I don’t want to start thinking again. Not like I have this last week. I can’t think again. Not ever again.

It's strange to describe reading a book as a really great experience, but that's kind of how it felt.

I’m caught between trying to live my life, and trying to run from it.

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. - Sam

I hate you.'
My sister said it different than she said it to my dad. She meant it with me. She really did.
'I love you,' was all I could say in return.

I saw other people there. Old men sitting alone. Young girls with blue eye shadow and awkward jaws. Little kids who looked tired. Fathers in nice coats who looked even more tired. Kids working behind counters of the food places who looked like they hadn't had the will to live for hours. The machines kept opening and closing. The people kept giving money and getting their change. And it all felt very unsettlingly to me.