Life isn't nearly as stable as we want it to be.

I’d much rather pretend I’m somewhere else, and any time I open the pages of a book, that happens.

How could you not want to draw breath one more day? How could your own life be such a cheap commodity? But then I started to understand: when your existence is hell, death must be heaven.

Since I was five, I've known that I was adopted, which is a politically correct term for being clueless about one's own origins.

is it like this every night, while we're asleep?

Once upon a time there was a girl who wanted to put her fist through a mirror. She would tell everyone it was so that she could see what was on the other side, but really, it was so that she wouldn't have to look at herself. That, and because she thought she might be able to steal a piece of glass when no one was looking, and use it to carve her heart out of her chest.

In reality, you don’t ever change the hurricane. You just learn how to stay out of its path.