It's just that I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am. And I don't want them to carry it around inside. I want them to show me, so I can feel it too.

As people get older, we all know, you get married and you have a child and that becomes your family, but when you're 16 years old, especially, your family is your friends.

You can't just sit there and put everyone's lives ahead of yours and think that counts as love. You just can't. You have to do things.

I don't know if you've ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for thousands of years. Or just not exist.

I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.

I just laid around in my bed, looking at the ceiling, and i smiled because it was a nice kind of quiet.

Sam dropped me off. When she was too far away to see me, I started to cry again. Because she was my friend again. And that was enough for me.