Anyone can be crazy. That's usually just because there's something screwed up in your wiring, you know? But suicide is a whole different thing. I mean, how much do you have to hate yourself to want to just wipe yourself out?

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

I'm tired of people thinking they're doing me favours.

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

Now I just have these reddish scars there. I guess I always will, although Goody says they’ll fade over time. I don’t know if I want them to fade. That probably sounds totally freaky, but part of me doesn’t want to forget what it felt like, even though it hurt. If I forget about the pain, I might also forget that it was a really stupid idea to do it in the first place.

I swear, sometimes it feels like there's this monkey in my head who runs around turning the dials and changing channels on me. One minute I'm sitting around eating chocolate chip cookies and then all of a sudden I'm thinking about bears.

Let me tell something, seeing your name and psychiatric ward on the same piece of paper isn't the best way to start your day.