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.

Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on.

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

I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats.

I've been taught that love is beautiful and kind, but it isn't like that at all. It is beautiful, but it's a terrible beauty, a ruthless one, and you fall-you fall, and the thing is- The thing is you want to. You don't care what's coming you just want who your heart beats for.

Just once, I wanted to lose something without the whole world watching.

My father looked like he was having a stroke— not that Mel seemed to notice because he just kept talking. “Patrick needs a ride. No car, you know, and so I figured, hey, I can pick up some gas money.” He laughed. No one else did, and now Patrick looked like he was trying to push himself inside the door and hide.