I smile and play pretend through the Morning Show in the kitchen.

If I can write a book that will help the world make a little more sense to a teen, then that's why I was put on the planet.

We swore sacred oaths to be strong and to save the planet and to be friends forever.

I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don't want to die. I want to eat like a normal person eats, but I need to see my bones or I will hate myself even more and I might cut my heart out or take every pill that was ever made.

Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't.

I'm the only one sitting alone, under the glowing neon sign which reads, "Complete and Total Loser, Not Quite Sane. Stay Away. Do Not Feed.

Didn't help to ponder things that were forever gone. It only made a body restless and fill up with bees, all wanting to sting something.