Don’t spit down my back and tell me it’s raining.

There are no coincidences.

I sat up in bed. My T-shirt was soaking wet. My pillow was wet. My hair was wet. And my room was sticky and humid.

I care. They bother me. And that's why I'm stupid. That makes me exponentially more stupid than stupid. I'm stupid to the power of stupid.

You're so full of crap, you could pass for a toilet.

There's something about sitting alone in the dark that reminds you how big the world really is, and how far apart we all are.

Some things are private, Ethan. Even for grown-ups.