I don't know what's wrong with me. It's like all I can do is keep writing this gibberish to keep from breaking apart.
Stephen ChboskyI know that things get worse before they get better because thatโs what my psychiatrist says, but this is a worse that feels too big.
Stephen ChboskyI love my mom. And this time, I told her I loved her. And she told me she loved me, too. And things were okay for a little while.
Stephen ChboskyAnd how different her face looked the first time she really liked a boy who was not on a poster on her wall. And how her face looked when she realized she was in love with that boy.
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