I know what it's like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you can't. You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.

Emptiness and boredom: what a complete understatement. What I felt was complete desolation. Desolation, despair and boredom.

I told her once I wasn’t good at anything. She told me survival is a talent.

It was a spring day, the sort that gives people hope: all soft winds and delicate smells of warm earth. Suicide weather.

... now I was safe, now I was really crazy, and nobody could take me out of there.

I'm your mind", it claims. "You can't parse ME into dendrites and synapses

This behavior may...counteract feelings of'numbness'and depersonalization that aries duriing periods of extreme stress.-153 Girl,Interrupted