And what if, in order to keep on living, I have to continue to accept myself?

Let's face it: the world is twisted. And rotten.

I was frightened by the optimism of adults, their stupid trust in science to treat a troubled heart. Afraid of their obsession with believing they have to treat troubled kids. I just wanted them to leave me alone, so how come they didn't get it? But that's the way it always is.

Friends are a weird thing. It seems like they know all about you, but then they don’t understand you at all.

[..] and there are tons of people I hate so much that I wouldn't mind taking them out. But killing them wouldn't get me anywhere - that's the conclusion I always come to. If I'm going to pay for it in the end, I might as well let them live.

A women who does not know herself has no choice other than to live with other people's evaluations.

It wasn't so much that I was afraid of the place itself, but I was afraid of the creatures who masqueraded as people.