There was no logic or any sense of purpose except that I knew I had to do something other than what I was doing, or I might not make it through this.

I know you lost your partner in crime, but...I want YOU to be MINE. Maybe WE should travel the world together, Camryn...I know I can't replace your ex--" "Andrew...it was always you.

I tried to will them with my super mental powers so he’d put them around my waist, but apparently I had no super mental powers.

let yourself cry, OK? One of the worst feelings in the world is being unable to cry and eventually it…starts to make things darker.

I love the smell of Waffle House; it's the smell of freedom, being on the open road and knowing that ninety percent of the people eating around you are also on that road. Truck driver's, road-trippers, hangovers--those who don't live that monotonous life of society slavery.

Depression is pain in its purest form.

What compels any of us to do the things we do when deep down a part of us just wants to break free from it all?