I’m still holding back, because obviously I can’t say everything I’m feeling. I have to keep things vague, jumble up all the men, the lovers and the exes, but I tell myself that’s okay, because it doesn’t matter who they are. It matters how they make me feel. Stifled, restless, hungry. Why can’t I just get what I want? Why can’t they give it to me?

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The Girl on the Train

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