I sat down and tried to write a story. "Ian MacArthur is a wonderful sweet fellow who wears glasses and peers out of them with delight." That was the first sentence. The problem was that I just couldn't think of the next one. After cleaning my room three times, I decided to leave Ian alone for a while because I was starting to get mad at him.
Stephen ChboskyI donโt know if youโve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. Thatโs why Iโm trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.
Stephen ChboskyPart of the reason I wrote the book was I wanted to understand for myself why such good people let themselves get treated so badly.
Stephen Chbosky