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.

My mother taught me to believe in silver, to believe in things, but I think it's more important to believe in me.

I'm so not interesting in having to try and make something out of foil." What, you didn't like the poncho with wraparound leggings?" It was beyond hideou- wait a minute. You watch that show?" My mom loves it." But your suppose to be sulking in the basement getting ready to light fires." What can I say? I'm a failure as a teenager. I watch TV with my mom.

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

Grace is my favourite church word. A state of being. Something you can pray for. Something God can grant. Something you can obtain. Perfection is out of reach. But grace -- grace you can reach for.

I felt nothing all the time, and it had started to feel normal. It should have scared me, but it didn't.

And yet here I am. Broken and bleeding on the inside, heartsick, I am here.