“Maybe the only way our story can end is varying degrees of sad.”

“I am so sad. I am so sad it makes me heavier than the sum of my parts. I shift, restless, but it doesn’t help. It’s like—time. All this time in here is on me, has its hooks in me. Maybe if I sleep more, I’ll wake up and I’ll feel different, but I can’t. The storm is really happening now and it makes the room feel emptier. Makes me feel emptier.”

“You're not responsible for everything, Parker. You can't control the way things end up. Stop trying.”

“The sooner you make a mistake and learn to live with it, the better. You're not responsible for everything. You can't control the way things end up.”

“I'm struck by how amazing it is and how sad that makes me, because I've never seen that. He's not like that around me. The way his mouth quirks and lights up his eyes. He should smile more often. It's so innocent.”

“I'm hazy on remembering or maybe I'm just tired or maybe a part of my brain wants to sabotage me.”

“This is awful. This is so hopeless. We're all lost in different ways, so how do we even help each other find our way out. We won't. We can't. We'll just stay lost forever.”