“Why. Why. Why. WHY.The question my life had become.”

“She was young and alive, untouchable. Why did she want to go?”

“If I can do things right, I don't see why everyone else can't.”

“I hate that I'm so numb and empty and disconnected from most of these people but even I can see worth in stupid little moments like these. These people aren't even my family, but I can see their value and if I can see it in something this small, when I feel this bad, then---Then why didn't he?”

“I've been variations of hurt my whole life.”

“I don't know how I'm going to do this, move through the hours like someone who wants to still be breathing when I had so firmly made up my mind to stop.”

“If life was fair, you wouldn't be here.”