I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.

If you start the day reading the obituaries, you live your day a little differently.

Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.

As sisters, they probably have closer to 99 percent in common, but they’re not about to recognize that. They’d rather fight over what kind of pet they’re going to get … It’s an argument for its own sake.

I know the odds are all against me and I know you might not feel this way too but I know I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you

I am like the fish in the aquarium, thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that’s not my natural habitat. I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood.

He has no idea how beautiful the ordinary becomes once it disappears.