“[She] was made up of skin and bones and hate and crazy, and hate and crazy don't weigh anything.”
“It's crazy isn't it?" She shook her head. "You have to believe it, but you hate it. I don't have to believe it, and I think it's beautiful." She shook her head again. "It's crazy.”
“I hate skin; I hate bones and bodies. I want to curl up inside of him and be carried there forever.”
“Ugh. I was going for ‘crazy ex filled with hate" not "isn’t she cute when she’s mad?”
“I hate that you do this to me. I hate how crazy you make me. I hate you! - Wendy”
“Dammit. I hate it when my crazy is right.”