and i walked for hours the mist growing thick and whole the thought of disappaering like that, so simply, made me so happy

I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

Here's a tip. If you touch a girl, even as joke, and she pushes you off, leave... her... alone. Don't touch her. Anywhere! Just stop. Your touch does nothing but sicken her.

And in high school, people are always watching so there's always a reason to pose.

A flood of emotions rushes into me. Pain and anger. Sadness and pity. But most surprising of all, hope.

The main thing I wanted to say, and thankfully it’s what most people say they get out of the book, is simply an acknowledgement that we do affect each other in ways we can’t predict.

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