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

Darling, the world doesn't owe you anything.

How come you like Josh so much anyway? All he does is sit around drinking overpriced coffee and bitching about how awful things are" "He cares about the world." "If he cared about the world, he'd donate the ten thousand dollars he must spend on coffee every year to charity. That would be doing something.

The sun will rise tomorrow. It always does, and all the wishing in the world for the way things were, or for what they could have been, won't change that. It won't change how things are.

I lied to Julia, I didn't know what else to do because you - you make me feel..." I had to stop. Not because I didn't have words. I did. But I was afraid to say them. He looked at me, and I knew then I could love him. That if I let myself I would. "You make me feel too," he said, and held out one hand.

the thing is you can get used to anything you think you cant you want to die but you dont you cant you just are

Three life lessons: 1.No one will see you. 2.No one will say anything. 3.No one will save you.