Anger and hatred, when left unfed, bleed away like air from a punctured tire, over time and days and years. Forgiveness is stealth.

Barry Lyga

Categorized in : Years Air Hatred

It's not an easy choice, but that's OK. Easy doesn't equal good. Difficulty doesn't equal bad. It's just life, is all.

choices life-is easy

You don’t break up with someone just because of an argument, Josh... by Barry Lyga

You don’t break up with someone just because of an argument, Josh. At least, I don’t.

josh argument break

Homecoming's stupid." And it is. Buch of kids looking for excuses... by Barry Lyga

Homecoming's stupid." And it is. Buch of kids looking for excuses to grope eachother all night.

stupid night kids

Here’s the thing about baseball-it’s not the individual sport I thought it was. Turns out I was wrong about that. Yeah, the batter is a lone man against the world. He stands in the batter’s box like a soldier and it’s up to him-and him alone-what happens next. But here’s the thing I didn’t understand until I was forced to, until recently: In order to hit a home run… Someone else has to pitch the ball.

baseball running sports

You and your scars. Please! You don't kill youself like this!" I gesture, holding a wrist turned up to the ceiling, then pretending to cut across it with my other hand. "That's just a cry for help. That's just attention. Everbody knows that. Cutting across just gets you to the hospital. That's just from movies and TV shows and stuff like that. You didn't really try to kill yourself. you just wanted attention, but you screwed up. Try harder next time.

tv-shows cutting hands

I don't know and I don't care anymore. I was supposed to have my way for once, just once in my life. I did everything right and I got nothing for it. I want to kill them all. no, better yet, I want to die. No, even bettter than that: I want to kill them all then die.

care want way

Don't be stupid. You're a child. You don't know what it means to be in love." And she flung open the car door as if she wished she had the strength to rip it from the hinges, and stalked off to the house through the rain. That night, I lay in bed, troubled by what she'd said, blocking out the sounds of argument from my parents' room. Was love what my parents had? Yelling at eachother, worrying about money? Never smiling? Never happy? If that was love, then I didn't want it.

rip block children

You can't rely on love. Love will let you down every time. Every. Single. Time. I don't love Jecca. I don't love Fanboy. But... God, the buts in life will kill you absolutely every time, won't they. I don't love. But I need. I can admit that to myself.

rely i-can needs

Love makes you weak. This I know for sure. Mom loved Roger. Roger loved Mom.And look what happpened there. She died. She thought her love made her strong. She kept telling me-after she was diagnosed-she ket telling me, "I'm going to beat this Kyra. I'm going to come out of it. I love you and I love your father and that love is my strength. You're my strength.

mom strong father

Maybe Rachel was right all along. Maybe the past is past, history is history, and you just push it aside and look for the future.

looks past

He moved to run a hand through her cornrows, then pulled back remembering the one time he's tried that-Connie had lectured him on the Eleventh Commandment: Thou shalt not touch thy black girlfriend's hair. Ever.

girlfriend hair running

...She's not buying [the lie], but there's nothing else on the sh... by Barry Lyga

...She's not buying [the lie], but there's nothing else on the shelves.

shelves buying lying

Look, my dad has a saying - we'll burn that bridge when get to it. OK? You get it? Worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

dad bridges worry

And I think of nothing. I think of nothing but Rachel. What happens next is pure magic, and is for us and us alone.

next magic thinking

I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds. by Barry Lyga

I’m a complicated man, with complicated taste buds.

taste-buds complicated men

Unreal. I'm feeling nostalgic for something that happened less than twenty-four hours ago. This has got to be a record.

records twenties feelings