I won the wintergirl trip over the border into dangerland.

I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.

It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

I am learning how to be angry and sad and lonely and joyful and excited and afraid and happy.

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

I doubt trees are ever told to 'be the screwed-up ninth-grader.'

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