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“I KNEW I was a mess. Unhinged and hanging on the precipice of becoming someone who was beyond any kind of redemption. I teetered on the brink of making bad choices every moment I was awake, but somehow, some way, I always managed to keep myself from going completely over.”
― Jay Crownover, Recovered

“If you think about it, love and hate really aren’t that much different when you got right down to it. Both make you crazy. Both make you do things you never thought you would ever do, and both were so, so easy to get lost in.”
― Jay Crownover, Recovered

“There’s the kind of broken everyone can see. The kind that leaves a mess no one wants to get stuck cleaning up because it’s obviously going to be a lot of work. And, even if you try to get it all, you’re going to miss some of those sharp, jagged pieces. Then there’s the kind of broken no one can see. The kind that’s made up of hairline fractures and narrow little fissures that cover the entire surface. It’s the kind of broken that’s held together by some kind of miracle and pure strength of will. All it takes is one little bump, one wrong move, and that kind of broken shatters. There is no cleaning up that mess. There are too many pieces, and they scatter everywhere”
― Jay Crownover, Recovered

“leaving me alone so I could discreetly sniff under my arm. I made a face and dropped my arm when I caught a whiff of the less-than-pleasant odor. I smelled like a drunk. I smelled like a bum. I smelled like bad choices and regret.”
― Jay Crownover, Recovered