There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see.

Because I am still a little girl who believes in Santa and the tooth fairy and you.

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.

be aggressive, BE-BE Aggressive! B-E A-G-G-R-E-S-S-I-V-E

When people don't express themselves, they die one piece at a time. You'd be shocked at how many adults are really dead inside—walking through their days with no idea who they are, just waiting for a heart attack or cancer or a Mack truck to come along and finish the job. It's the saddest thing I know.

This is wonderful, wonderful! Be the bird. You are the bird. Sacrifice yourself to abandoned family values.

Having a friend made everything else suck less.