After our silent conversation ends, I look away from Jason and close my eyes, rubbing circles in Faith's back again to comfort her. Exhaustion sweeps over me and I remember how much adrenaline I'd used through my power. Ugh. S'gonna hurt like hell in the morning...
I'm never what I like I'm double sided And I just can't hide I kind of like it When I make you cry 'Cause I'm twisted up, twisted up Inside
Surround yourself with people who are serious about being writers, and who will tell you, ‘Hey—you can do better than this.’ Who will be critical of your work, but also supportive. And who will not be competitive in a negative way. — Isabel Quintero
