Anna

“Look," I said in my softest voice. "you got your heart pulped. You missed someone and then you wanted to feel like they loved you again. that's not pathetic. It's your heart, it's soft and mushy and it's supposed to be and I'm sorry he thought it was okay to mess with it but that's his mistake, not yours.”
― Ciara Smyth, Not My Problem

“I don't think you can make people stop being dicks," he said thoughtfully. "They either will or they won't on their own time. I don't need them to be on my side. I just need someone who is, so I'm not alone. I need pople I can talk to. And I have that now.”
― Ciara Smyth, Not My Problem

“I made a mental note that if I ever wanted to try some therapeutic screaming, the acoustics in here were great.”
― Ciara Smyth, Not My Problem

“One time," Kavi started, and I pinched the bridge of my nose before the story even got going, "when I was little I told my brother that he should get in the tumble dryer and we'd turn it one and see what happened and then my mam founded me trying to help him in, you know like stuffing his limbs in there, and she almost had a heart attack and started screaming that appliances are not for people and then she told my brother to get out of the tumble dryer and never go in there again, but when he tried to get out again he was stuck and we has to call the fire brigade to cut him out of it. then we didn't have a tumble dryer for ages but now we have one that's a washing machine and a tumble dryer in one.”
― Ciara Smyth, Not My Problem