But we can't know better until knowing better is useless.

People are such idiots. As if there's something wrong with being in love.

moms aren’t the best audience for medication humor.

I opened the door. He looked down at my shirt and smiled. "Funny," he said. "Don't call my boobs funny," I answered.

People are supposed to care. It's good that people mean something to you, that you miss people when they're gone.

But when it came right down to it, the skin of my wrist looked so white and defensless that I couldn't do it. It was as if what I wanted to kill wasn't in that skin or the thin blue pulse that jumped under my thumb, but somewhere else, deeper, more secret, and a whole lot harder to get." I know what she's talking about. The something deeper and more secret. It's like cracks inside of you. Like there are these fault lines where things don't meet up right.

It's just that I learned a while ago that the best way to get people to like you is not to like them too much.