Sometimes she would climb out the bedroom window and sit on the roof's tar-black shingles, warmed by the sun, wondering how her world could have possibly gotten so screwed up in such a small amount of time.
We cannot change anything unless we accept it. Condemnation does not liberate, it oppresses. I am the oppressor of the person I condemn, not his friend and fellow-sufferer. ~Carl Jung, Modern Man in Search of a Soul, Pages