She wasn't bitter. She was sad, though. But it was a hopeful kind of sad. The kind of sad that just takes time.

I don’t know if you’ve 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. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

Why would I care whether or not he loved me when he didn't even really know me?

You ever think Charlie, that our group is the same as any other group like a football team? And the only real difference between us is what we wear and why we wear it?

So, I guess we are who we are for a lot of reasons. And maybe we'll never know most of them.

Nobody felt sad as long as we could postpone tomorrow with more nostalgia.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I know other people have it a lot worse. I do know that, but it's crashing in anyway, and I just can't stop thinking that the little kid eating french fries with his mom in the shopping mall is going to grow up and my sister.