“Sometimes I tell myself I’m okay. I repeat it, like a mantra.I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay, I’m okay.Because I’m afraid if I stop, even for a moment, I will drown in all the reasons I am not.”

“Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you’ll find an edge to cut you.”

“The question isn’t who is going to let me; it’s who’s going to stop me.”

“Of course I want to kill you, I want to kill most people. But then where would I be? In a field of dead people with no one to talk to.”

“When someone dies, nobody tells you what it feels like. They don’t tell you that 10 months after the fact that day still burns a hole in your mind. They don’t tell you that some days are harder than others, and the little things hurt the most. Like county fairs, white Toyota tundras, and soft serve ice cream. They don’t tell you that two sweatshirts, one hat, a diamond necklace, and the occasional picture won’t make up for the fact that you’ll never see them smile again, hear their laugh, or watch them do what they love. When someone dies, a piece of you dies with them.”

“If at first you don’t succeed, stab it.”

“Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt.”

“do not try to fix me. i am not broken. i am scarred and bent. i do not need to be fixed. i need to be treated like a human, not a project. i have not made it through my suffering to become an outlet for your desires to make something “good” again.”

“It has been said, ‘time heals all wounds.’ I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.”