Ignore how it feels when the only real talent you have is for hiding the truth. You have a God-given knack for committing a terrible sin. You have a natural gift for denial. A blessing.
More and more, it feels like I'm doing a really bad impersonation of myself.
How I feel is cheap and used, dirty and humiliated. Dirty and tricked and thrown away.
Just for the record, how I feel right now is very terrific.
You can't be beautiful," Brandy says about a thousand times, "until you feel beautiful.
It's nice to see something more pathetic than I feel right now.
If you died right now, how would you feel about your life?