A biography for Molli Fieldshasn’t been written yet.
“I felt like the sky around me was closing me in. Trapping me in some sort of bubble where time stands still and grief would linger on forever.”
“And I watched the first man I ever kissed walk away from me forever. My heart full of nothing but regret, my brain full of nothing but reassurance that I was making the right choice, and my voice, completely void of any will to call him back.”
“I guess it’s also not a good thing when you start relating yourself to a late nineteenth century nut bag who shot himself, but hey, you’ve got to relate to something if you ever want to feel relevant.”