“Dads are like noses, her tweet says. They’re always in your face. Dads aren’t like noses, I tweet back. You’re not allowed… — Janet Gurtler Copy Share Image
“The girl starts crying even harder, but helpful posts in 140 characters or less don’t appear. Life should be more like Twitter.” — Janet Gurtler Copy Share Image
“In the back of my mind, I’m composing a tweet to make this funny somehow. Hashtag #awkwardparentmoments. It would probably trend on… — Janet Gurtler Copy Share Image
“You don't have to say yes to everything, you know. It's okay to say no.” — Janet Gurtler Copy Share Image
“I walk into the office of the counselor and figure out a few things. His name is Bob. It’s written on the plastic sign… — Janet Gurtler Copy Share Image
“What she doesn’t know is that I don’t want to feel better. I don’t want to go on with my life as if nothing… — Janet Gurtler Copy Share Image
“You belong, Jaz. You’re a human being. Color isn’t what you are. It’s just your shade. You’re beautiful. Inside. Where it counts.” — Janet Gurtler Copy Share Image
“If I could take a pill to suck out my insides, shrivel me up into dried-out bones for dogs to cart away, I would… — Janet Gurtler Copy Share Image
“There are bigger things to worry about. Bigger things than unrequited love and false kisses.” — Janet Gurtler Copy Share Image
“I lie in my bed and think about poking something sharp into my skin. To see if it will hurt, to see if I'll… — Janet Gurtler Copy Share Image
“I grab a snap pea and bite off the end of it, and then I pick up my glass of milk. I'm overwhelmed by… — Janet Gurtler Copy Share Image
“Dads are like noses, her tweet says. They’re always in your face. Dads aren’t like noses, I tweet back. You’re not allowed to pick… — Janet Gurtler Copy Share Image
“When I was in the hospital, Jeremy made a bet. That you would go to the Winter Ball with Clark." "Really?" I smile. "We're… — Janet Gurtler Copy Share Image
![“I lie in my bed and think about poking something sharp into my skin. To see if it will hurt, to see if I'll bleed, to test whether I'm still alive. I don't though. For one, because moving means effort. Two, because I'm afraid if [I] start bleeding that I won't stop myself from draining all life…” quote by Janet Gurtler](https://sms4smile.com/quotes/img-quotes/4d1/janet-gurtler-21161_life_i-lie-in-my-bed-and-think-about-poking-s_1179443.jpg)
