I wish America would stop judging and criticizing teens and instead, try to understand the battles they have to fight every day.

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

I needed to hear the world but didn't want the world to know I was listening.

He says a million things without saying a word. I have never heard a more eloquent silence.

They say they have noticed me drawing. I almost tell them right then and there. They noticed.

I nod like I’m listening,like we’re communicating, and she never knows the difference.

Do I want to die from the inside out or the outside in?