You know who you are you just have to believe it.

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

You tell yourself that you aren't something or that you can't be something, and you know what? It will become true. You have to decide who you are and what you can do and then go after what you want. Because believe me, no one is going to give it to you.

I deserved the shaking and the headaches and the fact that every single time I took a breath I felt a squeezing in my chest, my heart beating even though I wished it wasn't.

Little Alice, all hollowed out, so easy to smash into a million little pieces.

And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?

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