It's bullshit. It's so easy to label people, to look at a list of symptoms and say, "This is who you are. This is what you are.

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

I want to care, but I don’t. I look at you and all I feel is tired.

My mother taught me to believe in silver, to believe in things, but I think it's more important to believe in me.

He's looking at me as if the whole world waits for my next breath, with an intensity that makes my heart pound and my palms sweat and then he smiles, a sweet curve of his mouth, and my breath catches, but then I freeze because there is something about it, something beyond it that I know, that makes my mind go blank with fear and pain.

I wants us to be real. I want to be just you and me. - Ryan

I think the way I feel when I look at Evan comes from her. In pictures taken the day she married my dad, she was reckless, laughing, spinning around in circles. She looked like her whole world was him. She looked a kind of happy I can't even imagine. I don't want that. I don't want to be like that. I don' want to feel the way she did because I know what happens when you do. You love with your whole heart, with everything, and you wake up one morning and kiss someone good-bye the way you always do except you mean it as good-bye forever.