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?

It's a really crappy feeling to realize that your entire outook on your life can be controlled by some little pill that looks like a Pez, and that some weird combination of drugs can make your brain think it's on a holiday somewhere really sweet when you're standing naked in the middle of the school cafeteria while everyone takes pictures of you. Metaphorically. Or whatever.

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

When people hurt us, the best thing to do isn’t to ask why they did it but to remind ourselves that it wasn’t our fault.

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

How come someone always saves the people who try to kill themselves and then makes them tell everyone how sorry they are for ruining their evening? I keep feeling like everyone wants me to apologize for something. but I'm not going to. I don't have anything to apologize for. They're the ones who screwed everything up. Not me. I didn't ask to be saved.

Once you realise there's nothing to be afraid of when you die, there's nothing else to worry about.