“Is this freedom? Is it happiness? I don't know. I don't care anymore. It is different--it is being alive.”

“Well my music was different in high school; I was singing about love—you know, things I don't care about anymore.”

“I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference.”

“I don't know, I don't care, and it doesn't make any difference!”

“Do you like him? Ty asked. "Not that I care." "I do," I said, because it was true. Even though it didn't matter anymore. "Not that I care you don't care. Though you clearly do care, and I don't care about that either." "Well, I don't care that you don't care that I don't care. In fact i'm glad. Because, um, if I were seeming someone that I liked, I'd want you to be happy for me.""Are you seeing someone?" I asked, pretty sure he wasn't. "Not that I care.”

“I love you, Caleb. I love you! If you care for me at all... please, don't do this! Please, don't leave me. I don't know how to live without you. Don't make me go back to trying to be someone I don't know how to be anymore. - Livvie”