I’m still afraid of being totally honest. I’m more afraid of this than dying.

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

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.

For a girl, appearance can be a powerful form of oppression. No matter how intelligent a girl may be, no matter her many talents, these attributes are not easily discerned. Brains and talent will never stand up against a girl who is clearly physically attractive.

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

My talent was the uncompromising ability to feel spite.

If people can't stand being alone, they have no choice but to die