My full name is Lauren Lee Smith. Of all the names I could have been given, that's the one I got. Lauren Lee Smith. It has all the personality of a toaster.

I think...I think sometimes that's how it is. Sometimes people have to go before you get stuff. Before you can really get it.

That's you, right?' he asks me. 'Yeah.' 'Cute. Not that I, uh, think little kids are cute. Just that you were cute. I mean, you can see how you turned out to be so...oh.

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

love is...you get confused and you do stuff you don't mean to do-and you just-you hate yourself and sometimes you don't even want to love the person you do because it would be so much easier if you didn't.But you just-you just do.

I do not fall. I fell so hard so long ago there is nothing left for me to land on. I just keep falling and falling and falling.

The thing is, that world doesn't exist. All growing up means is that your realize no one will come along to fix things. No one will come along to save you.