She didn't know whether she was running away from something or running to something, but she admitted that deep in her heart she wanted to go home.

This morning when I left Mom's parting words were, "Come straight home after school." Wow! Like I'm going to get stoned at 3:30—it doesn't sound so bad at that.

I guess I'll never measure up to anyone's expectations. I surely don't measure up to what I'd like to be.

I'm not really sure which parts of myself are real and which parts are things I've gotten from books.

It's a good thing most people bleed on the inside or this would be a gory, blood-smeared earth.

I’m really cracking. No, I’m beyond cracking. I’m shattered. I’m lost. I’m fragmented.

Sometimes fantasies are better than life.