Although once when we were talking after class, Herr Silverman told me that when someone rises up and holds himself to a higher standard, even when doing so benefits others, average people resent it, mostly because they're not strong enough to do the same.

What is reality if it isn't how we feel about things?

I feel like I’m broken—like I don’t fit together anymore. Like there’s no more room for me in the world or something. Like I’ve overstayed my welcome here on Earth, and everyone’s trying to give me hints about that constantly. Like I should just check out.

Also, I sort of let my appearance go, to the point where I was maybe ten to seventy pounds overweight.

most people lose the ability to see silver linings or even though they are always there above us.

I can always look up at the cosmos and marvel, no matter what happens. And when I look up at it, I feel as though my problems are small. I don't know why, but it always makes me feel better.

I don't want to stay in the bad place, where no one believes in silver linings or love or happy endings.