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.

I knew I was having a panic attack. I hadn't had one in a while, though, and I'd forgotton how they made everything like it- and I- was going to fall apart. How they reminded me of how trapped I was.

You ready?" Evan asks, and he's looking at me, and I love his hair, I love his smile, I lo--"I Love You," I say, and as I watch his smile bloom I finally get how great those three little words are. I finally get what they really mean.

I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.

The heart is a place with worm holes made by feelings you aren't supposed to have but do.

I didn't feel anything watching him go. I didn't even wish I did.

I think you’re the saddest person I’ve ever met. It’s like you’re drowning in it.