Come on skinny love just last the year.

The Lovely Bones is even more gut wrenching in novel format. They definitely toned the movie down to make it more family friendly; though the movie was certainly disturbing too. Susie Salmon may be a fictional character but she's also representative of all the young girls/women this sort of thing really does happen to. It's hard to read. So I am lucky to be here and not away in pieces. We all are. Because we survived. All the little troubles seem far away. My physical appearance could use some work but what does it matter that my hair hasn't been touched in months. I am waiting until I can put it all into a pony tail. It is uneven like everything is. My eyebrows are as thick as thieves. Maybe that one I can rectify. I notice these things but they don't seem to really matter in the grand scheme. People out there are being defiled and murdered somewhere, who am I to worry about some paperwork or forgotten wax? Because it's hard? Because we want to be better or happier or sleep a little easier in our beds? Who the fuck are we to cry out over things so nearly pain free? Day by day. I curl inwards, words scrolling by, and I wait. Day by day.