❝Do you remember the shit that happened to you as a child that makes you not wanna trust people as an adult? […] You’re lucky, because you can get on with your fucking life and you’re not dogged down by these horrible, oppressive childhood memories, and you know, you stand a chance of being a normal, productive person. […] You know, like, I remember things, and then, like, I think “Is this true? Did this stuff really happen, or am I making it up?” Because, you know, the older I get, things - the memory sort of becomes a little blurry, and then, it’s like, I can’t, I don’t know, but you just don’t know the truth anymore.
❝I am not the sad girl anymore. No, I am more than that. I am strong and caring. I am both confident and insecure. I am simultaneously one of the kindest and meanest people you will ever meet. I am ugly, I am beautiful, and I am bursting with fire. I am home to strange and brilliant thoughts. I am heavily flawed and I am still good enough. I am so much, and I will never allow myself to be reduced to a single word again. Even when I am sad, I am still so much more. I am not the sad girl anymore. No, I am everything.
❝You lost all interest in this world. You were disappointed and discouraged, and lost interest in everything. So you abandoned your physical body. You went to a world apart and you’re living a different kind of life there. In a world that’s inside you.
❝Listen to me. I’m shy. I’m not stupid. I can’t meet people’s eyes. I don’t know if you understand what that’s like. There’s a whole world going on around me, I’m aware of that. It’s not because I don’t want to look at you. It’s that I don’t want to be seen.
❝What’s wrong? Where do I begin? I don’t even know anymore. Nothing seems to be going right and nobody understands me. I feel like I’m stupid at school. I feel like my importance is slowly disappearing from my friends. I feel like a disappointment to my parents. I feel so unattractive. When I find someone I’m interested in, it’s like I don’t mean shit to them. I care too much about the people that couldn’t give a fuck about me. I’m just so tired. I feel like I can’t do anything right. What’s wrong? Maybe it’s the fact that I’m even alive. Nobody notices. Nobody cares.