Then, I turned around and walked to my room and closed my door and put my head under my pillow and let the quiet put things where they are supposed to be.

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.