“i can't do thissend help soonwrites a boy in a spacesuitstaring at the moon”
“I can't, I can't, I can't help hearing, I can't help seeing. I can't help it unless I run away.”
“Boys look at us like we look at horses: color, height, eyes. tail. They can't help but have preferences.”
“I can't help wondering if love can really be blamed for the things we do to ourselves.”
“I needed, I needed...you." "Don't tell me you need me." "But I can't help it. I do”
“I just don't know," I said, my voice sounding bumby, not like mine, "how do you help someone who doesn't want your help. What do you do when you can't do anything?”