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

She looks like a china doll, observed Grandfather as we departed. I will break just as easily, I muttered.

Puke and starve and cut and drink because you don't want to feel any of this. Puke and starve and cut and drink because you need an anesthetic and it works. For awhile. But then the anesthetic turns into poison and by then it's to late because you are maintaining it now,straight into your soul. It is rotting you and you can't stop.

Can't escape pain, kiddo. Battle through it and you get stronger.

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

Write about the emotions you fear the most.

Emma is a mattress who got thrown off the truck when her parents split up. It's not like you can blame a mattress when people don't tie it down tight enough.