“I'm sick to death of this particular self. I want another.”
“You want to know what I want? I'm sick of being a guinea pig. I'm sick, but I'm never f*cking sick enough for this family.”
“I'm tired and I'm sick to death of being without you.”
“Just because I'm sick that doesn't mean I would not want to live this life again. What if I chose to live another life, then I will have a different Dad. I can't imagine another life without him. Can you?”
“When I'm lying in my bed I think about life and I think about death and neither one particularly appeals to me.”
“I'm sick of staring at what I want, I thought. I'd do anything to hold it in my hands.”