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

People are rarely as attractive in reality as they are in the eyes of the people who are in love with them. Which is, I suppose, as it should be.

Fate has a strange way of making plans.

it's the belief, not the words, that mean everything. it's the floating.

There's no way for them to take away my sadness, but they can make sure I am not empty of all the other feelings.

My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.

When we’re alone together, I’m the destination. When I’m here in her life at school, I’m the disruption.