I would never be popular. I didn't want to be; I liked being shy. I'd never be the smartest or the hottest or the happiest. By eighth grade you start to figure out your limits.

IT happened. There is no avoiding it, no forgetting. No running away, or flying, or burying, or hiding.

A scar is a sign of strength. . .the sign of a survivor.

We turned us into wintergirls, and when she tried to leave, I pulled her back into the snow because I was afraid to be alone.

I breathe in slowly. Food is life. I exhale, take another breath. Food is life. And that's the problem. When you're alive, people can hurt you. It's easier to crawl into a bone cage or a snowdrift of confusion. It's easier to lock everybody out. But it's a lie.

Gossip is the foul smell from the Devil's backside.

i decapitated dandelions all morning, leaving carnage and death strewn into my path.