It's the time of the night I like best, when most people are asleep and it feels like the world belongs completely to my friends and me, as though nothing exists apart from out little circle: everywhere else is darkness and quiet.

Don't worry about what you're writing or whether it's good or even whether it makes sense.

Raven jerks and stiffens. For a second, I think she is only surprised: Her mouth goes round, her eyes wide. Then she begins teetering backward, and I know that she is dead. Falling, falling, falling . . .

I don't know how i stay on my feet, why i don;t just shatter into dust right there, why my heart keeps beating when i want it so badly to stop

Everything ends, people move on, they don't look back. It's how they should be.

You have to go forward: It's the only way. You have to go forward no matter what happens. This is the universal law.

This is not the person I wanted to become: Hatred has carved a permanent place inside me, a hollow where things are so easily lost.