Happiness, as Such

I wish you happiness if there is such a thing as happiness. I don’t believe there is, but other people do, and who am I to say they are wrong

When I see him at the door I feel a strange sense of relief mixed with irritation.

I want to get married to a man who won’t hurt me because I’m already good at hurting myself.

I only know that waves of unhappiness streamed out of their bedroom into the whole house.

But after a certain point in life a person has to dunk her regrets in the morning coffee, just like biscuits