I hate not knowing what to believe anymore. I hate not knowing what's real.

It may seem that every time someone offers you a hand up, they just let go and you slip further down.

Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

It's hard to be disappointed when what you expected turns out to be true.

There are also the people too bizarre to ignore, like Kyle Simpson. Future male stripper.

I swear, guys in groups are capable of the stupidest things." "Like war," Kellan says, heaping napkins and ketchup packets onto her tray. "And jumping off rooftops." "And lighting their farts on fire," she says.

What the hell happened to Pluto?!