Courtney Dercqu

I’m pretty sure Idris Elba is an absolute doll in real life, but at Dunder Mifflin, the man has got some issues.

He looked at me like I was something to waste; something to toss aside, something to destroy.

Despite nearing my thirties, this week I felt like a six year old child again, begging and desperate for my mom to heal this raw wound of mine.

Feeling guilty about feeling happy.

The rumors say that the fourth floor of the Hawthorne Hotel is alive with spirits. But they’re wrong – there were spirits in our creaky room at the end of the hall on the third floor. And they had a story to tell. I just regret that they knew I was listening.

Everything that once never made sense, will circle you, and the clouds will fade away, and everything before you will be clear; you’ll see, for the first time ever, in all of your life.

Suddenly, what I thought I’d never let go of, seemed to let go of me. Whether it’s time, or growth, or falling in love with someone new, what used to mean so much to me – what was once me and you – evaporated.

I admire how much you love your son. I can see how much you care for him. I want you to know that I think he’s very lucky to have you.

Each level of love will vary. Some will be true, everlasting. Some will be found in the most innocent forms. Some will destroy you.

The Wrong Guy loves you for what you can provide to him. Whether it’s money, or sex, or confidence, he likes what you can do for him. You’re his ego boost.