This is my life, I think. I am an accumulation of objects.

having someone think of me that way was like discovering a new window in the room i'd lived in all my life.

It would be too easy to say that I feel invisible. Instead, I feel painfully visible, and entirely ignored.

No funny stuff in here tonight, you understand?” Dash said, “I assure you I could not contemplate any of your so-called funny stuff seeing as how I have no idea why I’m even here.” Mark scoffed. “You bookish little pervert.” “Thank you, sir!” Dash said brightly.

lying awake beside you, these thoughts run through my head.

That strange, twisted, torn love. That conflict between what your heart knows is right and what your mind is told is right.

I can take everything on her face at face value, and that's valuable in a friend.