I am so sorry. I wish you knew even one tenth of one percent of how sorry I am. ...It was my fault. Can I kill myself here, or should I do it outside, so the mess on your carpet doesn't upset your mother?

You must walk alone to find your soul.

The best time to talk to ghosts is just before the sun comes up.

I want to make a memorial for our turkey. Never has a bird been so tortured to provide such a lousy dinner.

I wish adults would spend less energy freaking out about the cutting itself and work harder to understand what drives kids to self-harm.

Homework is not an option. My bed is sending out serious nap rays. I can't help myself. The fluffy pillows and warm comforter are more powerful than I am. I have no choice but to snuggle under the covers.

I don’t know what I’m doing in the next five minutes and she has the next ten years figured out. I’ll worry about making it out of ninth grade alive. Then I’ll think about a career path.