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.

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

I heard how people sounded when their dreams were shattered, when their lives were turned into a waking nightmare.

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 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.

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