Things... well, things suck sometimes. And sometimes you can fix it. And sometimes you can't. It's just the way it is.

Okay, I guess you can come in." "Um, Hannah, you have to, you know, open the front door so I can actually come in." "I thought you were going to - you're standing under my window. Aren't you supposed to climb up here or something?" "My ladder's at home. Also, you call throwing rocks at your window clichéd?

He looks trapped, helpless and furious, and that’s a feeling I know too well. Know how much it hurts. Know how it holds you down, how every day there are a thousand little ways to see there is nothing you can do to change who or what you are.

it´s just...today has really sucked, and when you´re around stuff doesn´t seem so crappy - Will

the thing is you can get used to anything you think you cant you want to die but you dont you cant you just are

But I know a lie when I hear one.

My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember