Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.

Your failures and your faults, they stick with you. They glob into ugly, cancerous growths inside you and make you want to die.

Never question the sanity of a woman who can render you defenseless with a look.

I shouldn't have been there. I should never have been born.

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.

That same piercing screech in her voice every time at the hospital. "Do something!" When I slit my wrists. "Help her!" The last time too. "Somebody help her. Help us!" You're helpless, both of you. All of us.