She looks sad. She looks angry. She looks different from everyone else I know—she cannot put on that happy face others wear when they know they are being watched. She doesn’t put on a face for me, which makes me trust her somehow.

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.

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

I believe in happy endings," I tell him, "And it feels like this movie has gone on for the right amount of time.

After I returned to New Jersey, I thought I was safe, because I did not think Kenny G could leave the bad place, which I realize is silly now - because Kenny G is extremely talented and resourceful and a powerful force to be reckoned with.

I'm trying to let him know what I'm about to do. I'm hoping he can save me, even though I realize he can't.

The world will break your heart ten times till Sunday,that's guaranteed