I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me.

If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street.

I do not have OCD OCD OCD.

Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.

You," he said, "are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.

I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.

Nothing in my life has ever made me want to commit suicide more than people's reaction to my trying to commit suicide.