“Everyone wants to fix me... You're supposed to be the person who doesn't want to fix me.”

“Everyone wants to fix me. Myparents want to fix me. My brother wantsto fix me. My therapists want to fix me.You’re supposed to be the person whodoesn’t want to fix me.”

“I don't want to fix you. I want to fix this.”

“I just wanted one person who would look at me and not want to see someone else.”“Who looks at you like that?” I lift my head up and lower my hands so I can see her face, and I can’t imagine anyone looking at this girl and wanting to see anything but her.“Everyone who loves me.”“Who is it they want to see?“A dead girl.”

“Then, I'll find an empty restroom and check my hair and fix my lipstick, or as we cowards like to call it, hide.”

“You can put a name on anything, call it whatever you want, doesn't make it real. Doesn't make it true.”

“At the age when most kids are trying to figure out who they are. I was busy trying to figure out why I was. I didn't belong in this world anymore. It's not that I wanted to be dead. I just felt like I should be. Which is why it's hard when everyone expects you to be grateful simply because you're not.”