Chapter 19

• NOVEMBER
• I don't think I can be surprised anymore by how much shit my mouth can sputter when I'm angry. And of course, the reason for my anger is not far-fetched. I don't even have to think about it.
• I make my way into the kitchen, feeling slightly better about the way I handled the conversation with Sean and hurt by the words he said to me. He'd spoken to me like I meant nothing. And if there is one thing I hate to feel like, it's that.