If you ever manage to become perfect, you have to die instantly before you ruin things for everyone else.

No one in France cares if you tried to kill yourself. In fact, I think they like you better because you're all tragic.

That sounds weird: "kill yourself." It makes it sound like you tried to murder someone, only that someone is you.

One time Allie and I skipped school and went to see this foreign film called Los Diablos, where these villagers found a glowing blue ball and peeled pieces off of it to see what was inside. Only the ball was really radioactive, and they all died from the poison. I think that’s what happens when you look too deep inside for the truth. The poison comes out, and you die, even though you have beautiful glowing pieces of blue truth in your fingers.

I keep feeling like everyone wants me to apologize for something.

Why is it that you have to warn people about who you are?

If you ever manage to become perfect, you have to die instantly before you ruin things for everyone else.