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Everyone who knows her loves her. Except people hurt the people they love all the time.

You know all the ways you can kill a girl?
God, there are so many.

Cell phones don't run as fast as the mouths in this town.

I reach for the pettiest thing I can think of because no one has a hard time believing how petty a girl can be.

You only get to walk variations of the same lines everyone has already drawn for you.

Now is not about gathering courage, it's about staying one step ahead of my fear.

I walk over to the window and peer out at the party. I like it better from this distance, away from everyone. Safe.

it's blindingly awful and awfully satisfying all at the same time.

The silence stretches between us. Words aren't so easy to come by, after his admission. It takes him a while to dig some up.

She was young and alive, untouchable. Why did she want to go?

I remind myself it's nothing I have to hold or be held to.

Like being alive one moment and dead the next.

Write it down today, put it away, make sense of it tomorrow.

I'm always leaving, but I never have anywhere to go.

This must be what Dorothy felt like, I think. Maybe. If Dorothy was six scared teenagers and Oz was hell.

A whole world exists outside of that hellhole.

I wouldn't do that. You don't have to accept it." He pauses. "But maybe you should hate the people responsible. Because it's not you.

Anytime something bad happens to a woman close to me, it's how I think. I have a daughter.

I'm not afraid to be alone like you are.

Death has been here and where death has been no light shall ever be .

I make sure to tell her I love her because more and more, I'm thinking about the last things I say before I leave.

No, you're a work of art.

I stare at the crowbar between us. You've never truly felt the weight of something like that until you've destroyed someone with it.

If I know anything it's that a girl never makes a case for herself by crying. It's just one more side of herself she's showed can't be trusted.

You make me feel alone.

How does it feel to know that even at my worst, you're still not good enough?

Cardboard cutouts of cheerleaders operated by arthritic monkeys would move more fluidly.

You're not responsible for everything, Parker. You can't control the way things end up. Stop trying.

It's kind of like stumbling upon the scene of an accident. Once you've looked, you're part of it. Especially if you walk away.

My dad used to say makeup was a shallow girl's sport, but it's not. It's armor.

I close my eyes and lean my head against the seat, and the word fuck just repeats itself over and over in my head, because fuck.

I wish I didn't have a body, sometimes.

I'm afraid everything I was is gone and all that's left is everything I'm not.

Everyone should know
there's no such thing as a decent human being. It's just an illusion. And when it's gone, it's really gone.

A successful piss on the side of the road and we didn't die. What a great time that was.

I take a deep breath. It smells suspiciously like bullshit in here.

My dad always said we're at the mercy of something greater than ourselves and whatever humanity we don't show to others, we pay for. We're paying for.

Becky, you're only standing there because I decided I didn't want to.

You think I ever stopped wanting to die after the motel?" I ask. "You think a feeling like that just goes away?

Yeah, sure," I say, and then, for good measure: "Whatever.

So? You have a boy's name."
"And you have a dog's name.

You know," she says. "You're still alive. I don't know how many different ways I can try to tell you before it finally sinks in.

The sooner you make a mistake and learn to live with it, the better. You're not responsible for everything. You can't control the way things end up.

I don't like you with Becky. She's not a very nice girl.'
'I don't like you with Jake. He's not me.

Milo and I have this drinking game about Beth: every time she annoys me, we drink.
She annoys me alot.

Waiting around to be saved is like waiting to die and I have done more of both than anyone else in the room.

I'm hazy on remembering or maybe I'm just tired or maybe a part of my brain wants to sabotage me.

I want to shove the question down his throat until he chokes on it.

You get away with a lot, even after you're caught.

I spot a fly floating on the surface of the water, its little legs pumping madly as it fights to keep itself afloat. I know that feeling.

We were beyond needing other people. Anyone else who happens on the both of us, they're just temps.

She hates her heart, that misguided organ in her chest. Why didn't it warn her?

Eddie, I think ... sometimes lies bring you to the truth ... or help you reconcile with it ...

I don't know why he still cares. What a stupid thing it is, to care about a girl.

If life was fair, you wouldn't be here.

Whatever's between us is that kind of new.

I don't have time for the 'things change speech, Parker."
"So give me the CliffNotes version.

Then I should be dead really soon, because you're stressing me out.

He shoves his hands in his pockets, which is okay by me because his hands are forever distracting, all the things they could do.

In the girls' bathroom, I run the water hot and hold my hands under it until I feel

I couldn't talk him out of you.

Tell Liz,' I say, 'the mean girl totally got what she deserved in the end.

Don't divide me into before and after.

I finally squint up at the face above and am relieved to find, not a wolf, but a woman, just like me. Until I see the uniform.

Thank God I don't have to like her to love her, Holly

I think some girls are just fucked up.

I hope I'm the ghost that belongs to her.

We eat breakfast, lunch, and dinner to the soundtrack of our own impending death.

If I can do things right, I don't see why everyone else can't.

Yeah, totally. I punch myself in the arms a lot. It's a real problem.

I keep my eyes fixed on those silhouettes in the distance and all I can think is how could we lost the world to something so still?

Do you have a credit card or something?" I ask because who wouldn't have a credit card handy during the zombie fucking apocalypse.

Real life is always quieter and anticlimactic somehow. But devastating all the same.

How are you feeling?"
She rubs the back of her neck. "Stupid question."
"Well, ask me and I'll tell you I'm fucking great.

I don't know why it's the girls who always seem to have to take on that kind of burden.

She was supposed to be the strong one," she says.
"Sloane."
"But I've gotten so much farther than her.

I'm dying. I am dying. I have finally achieved what I set out to do. My heart is splitting open and I breathe in but no air gets into my lungs.

The fall takes no time and forever.

It's just this emptiness between us, the stupid idea I could kiss it away,

Why. Why. Why. WHY.
The question my life had become.

I wonder if, even after all of this, he understands how fragile good things are in my hands and how many times they've been taken away from me.

The problem with alienating, self-destructive behavior is people get it into their heads it's a cry for help. It wasn't.

I have never seen a more desperate symbol of hope since the world ended and I've never felt the world more desperate to make a mockery of it.

Time passes too quickly when you're getting ready to do something you don't want to do.

Like I'd let you captain me.

How do you say that physically, you're okay, when everything is not.

There's a girl out there everyone thinks is dead and maybe she is because you know all the ways there are to kill a girl? I do.

This is what pain feels like when it's happening now and I beg my body to know this difference. It won't listen to me.

Because you made it here on a lot less" he says and he has no idea how on the mark he is.

It's when my body decides to remind me it can do more than I'll ever want it to, it is so painful.

Thank you for visiting! Come again!
Fuck this place.

I woke up and the last piece of my heart disappeared. I opened my eyes and I felt it go.

Funny how the last thing we want the world to see is almost the first thing to show.

I want to feel this. I need it to hurt for me to feel it, I think.

It's something my body does without checking with my head first, like the obligation to be nice to him is greater than myself.

He's the boy who stopped and I'm the girl he stopped for and what happens to her, if he goes away?

It's a slow process; he always seems reluctant to let her go and I think she likes to savor that as much as possible.

He was planning to rape me -"
"Why would he ever -"
"Because he knew he'd get away with it.

Maybe the only way our story can end is varying degrees of sad.

I will see my father in every anger.