“And I know things have to get worse before they get better.”

“I'm trying not to think about it too much because that makes it worse. It's kind of like when you look at yourself in the mirror and you say your name. And it gets to a point where none of it seems real. I can do that, but I don't need an hour in front of a mirror. It happens very fast, and things start to slip away.”

“I get the feeling that it's all a big lie. The problem is I don't know who's lying.”

“I don't know what I'm supposed to do now. I know other people have it a lot worse. I do know that, but it's crashing in anyway, and I just can't stop thinking that the little kid eating french fries with his mom in the shopping mall is going to grow up and my sister.”

“Some people really do have it a lot worse than I do. They really do.”

“The truth is, when it gets really quiet, when the silence gets too loud, i really start to miss everyone.”

“I don't know how much longer I can keep going without a friend. I used to be able to do it very easily, but that was before I knew what having a friend was like.”