Dad nods, looks me dead in the eyes; slowly and regretfully, he banishes all the smiling and joking from his face, and for once he's just my dad, watching his son who has fallen so low.

deep down I believe my year was a special year: it produced me.

I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?

The Shift is coming. The Shift has to be coming. Because if you keep living like this you'll die.

I'm smart but not enough--just smart enough to have problems.

I like how you don't hide your problems like everyone else, and I don't have to hide mine when I'm around you.

Do you even know who the enemy is?" "I think... it's me".