Hope was supposed to be a good thing, but it was starting to feel like every other four-letter word you're not supposed to say.

I suppose he's making a real fashion statement, but this is high school. You're not supposed to be real. You're supposed to be enough like everyone else to get through and out into the waiting world.

Hope was supposed to be a good thing, but it was starting to feel like every other four-letter word you're not supposed to say.

Darling, the world doesn't owe you anything.

There's no good way to die, you know? No way I've seen, anyway. It all ends with tubes and bedpans and IVs and I just-- smoking gets me out of there. Gets me outside, gets me away from all the--" "Sick people?" I say, and she shakes her head. "Away from my life.

...sometimes, you have to break your own heart.

I'd forgotten how much feelings hurt.