If the pain is in you, it’s in you. It follows you everywhere. Can’t outrun it. Can’t erase it. Can’t push it away; it only comes back. The way I’ve been thinking, after all that’s happened, maybe there’s only one way to survive it. You have to let it in. Let it hurt you. And don’t wait. It’ll reach you eventually. Might as well be now.

The feeling of almost drowning is even worse than actually drowning. Actually drowning is peace. Almost drowning is pure pain.

Meh is basically a shoulder shrug, and that pretty much sums up the reaction I get from society at large.

There is nothing unrealistic about the love that one man feels for another

That's just what I do. I ruin things. Always. Whether I want it or not. The thing I'm ruining can be the best thing in my life. And I'll know it, too. And I'll still be powerless to stop it. Or too scared.

I walked to my window. It's pirch-dark outside. For the most part, I've always preffered night to day. At night, it's okay to be hunkered down in your house. During the day, people expect you to be out and about. You can start to feel pretty guilty about wasting so much time indoors.

You're born and you keep getting older and grayer and sicker, and no matter what efforts you make to reverse the process, you die, every single time. To repeat: worse, worse, worse, and then death. I have a long way to go before the worst. This is only the beginning.

To the ground I fall. I can never stay aloft too long. Not when there's an ugly and heavy truth always dragging me back down.

He told me I was innocent. Which was the opposite of how I viewed myself, but something I felt was true in my heart. He saw me before I saw me.

Fantasies always sound good, but they're no help when reality comes and shoves you to the ground. When it trips up your tongue and traps the right words in your head. When it leaves you to eat lunch by yourself.