“I needed a break... from myself.”

“His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed.He's letting me go.I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me.A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out.And I did find out.And I'm sorry.”

“I want to collapse. I want to fall on the sidewalk right them and drag myself to the ivy.”

“How many times had I let myself connect with someone only to have it thrown back in my face?”

“Maybe it didn’t seem like a big deal to you Zach. But now, I hope you understand. My world was collapsing. I needed those notes. I needed any hope those notes might have offered. And you? You took that hope away. You decided I didn’t deserve to have it. ”

“You told me I wrote that poem because I was afraid of dealing with myself. And I used my mom as an excuse, accusing her of not appreciating or accepting me, when I should have been saying those words into a mirror.”

“ Imagine ten or tweleve orange chairs arrainged in a circle, with the happy woen from the flyer sitting at opposite ends. Only problem was, from day one, they weren't happy. Someone, whoever made that flyer, must have digitally turned their frowns upside down. They wrote about death. About the evilness of men. About the destruction of-and I quote- "the greenish, bluish orb with wisps of white." Seriously, that's how they descibed it. They went on to call Earth a knocked-up gaseous alien needing an abortion.”