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If I ever form a clan, we'll be the anti-cheerleaders and walk under the bleacher forming mild acts of mayhem.

I am an iceberg drifting toward the edge of the map.

My good sense bitch slapped my estrogen and told her to get a grip.

Well ... It might be a little broken.'
'A little broken is still broken,' I pointed out.
'But fixable.

He doesn't see my breasts or my waist or my hips. He only sees the nightmare.

My goal is to go home and take a nap.

Too much sun after a Syracuse winter does strange things to your head, makes you feel strong, even if you aren't.

Some adults would rather pretend that bad things don't exist than to talk about them.

I pushed my ragged mouth against the mirror. A thousand crushed bleeding lips pushed back at me ...

I'm a big 'Star Trek' fan.

Me: All right, but you said we had to put emotion into our art. I don't know what that means. I don't know what I'm supposed to feel.

Ninth grade is a minor inconvenience to him. A zit-cream commercial before the Feature Film of Life.

I hate winter. I've lived in Syracuse my whole life and I hate winter. It starts too early and ends too late. No one likes it.

I wish adults would spend less energy freaking out about the cutting itself and work harder to understand what drives kids to self-harm.

The rest of the class looked away. He [Jonas} was a quiet freak, not a zombie. The horde would not protect him. They'd stand by and watch the culling.

Why not draw naked guys, just to be fair? Naked women is art, naked guys a no-no, I bet. Probably because most painters are men.

Can't escape pain, kiddo. Battle through it and you get stronger.

You gonna spend the rest of your days whining because you dad's a jerk? I hate people like that. Don't be a baby - live your own life.

I used to dream about bringing a knife to therapy and slicing her into pork chop-sized pieces.

I'm not wearing this!" I shouted.
"Wear it or die," Mom shouted back.

It is my first morning of high school. I have seven new notebooks, a skirt I hate, and a stomachache.

Dr. StupidParker says that when I'm sad it really means I'm angry and when I'm angry it really means I'm afraid.

I drift into the armpits of strangers, tasting their manic salt, and sleep to forget everything.

The one good thing about being kind of shy is that nobody bugs you when you want to be left alone.

Didn't help to ponder things that were forever gone. It only made a body restless and fill up with bees, all wanting to sting something.

It made me strong.I took a step back, near my whole self in the mirror.I pushed back my shoulders and raised my chin, my back straight as an arrow.

You promise not to maim me?"
"I promise to give fair warning before I maim you.

She laid land mines in my skill that detonated weeks later.

My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces.

I'm just going to pretend that a very good-smelling, incredibly warm stranger is sitting next to me, a harmless stranger.

I am an owl, bird of the night. I see everything. I know everything.

I am a gluttonous, gorging failure. A waste. My body isn't used to high-sugar carbs laced with witchcraft. It can barely cope with soup and crackers.

Why are you being so mean?" "Friends tell friends the truth." "yeah, but not to hurt, to help.

I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.

I know how bad you feel. Trapped," she says. "It gets better, I promise. So much better.

I think you have a lot to say. I'd like to hear it.

Sometimes things just fall out of your head on the paper, and if you're smart, you learn not to touch them.

Do you know how much women loathe it when guys think every show of negative emotion is tied to our menstrual cycle, like we're sheep or something?

She offered herself to the big, bad wolf and didn't scream when he took the first bite.

We are crayons and lunchboxes and swinging so high our sneakers punch holes in the clouds.

Mr. Freeman sighs. No imagination. What are you thirteen? Fourteen? You've already let them beat your creativity out of you!

I can't do everything for you. You must walk alone to find your soul.

The stars folded themselves away as the sun peeked above the horizon and cracked open the sky and I kissed him and we laughed and it was good.

Yesterday's dirt and mistakes have moved through me. I am shiny and pink inside, clean. Empty is good. Empty is strong.

I closed my eyes and let my enemy win.

Dr. Parker and all my parents live in a paper-mache world. They just patch up problems with strips of newspaper and a little glue.

I wasn't going to let her sucker me into being her friend again just so she could turn around and crush me one more time.

What do I want?
The answer to that question does not exist.

I can't face the idea of riding home on a busful of sweaty, smiling teeth sucking up my oxygen.

I smile and play pretend through the Morning Show in the kitchen.

Bologna girl, that's me.

I need to finish this scarf/shawl/blanket thing so I can start something for Emma- a hat, maybe, or a sweater for her stuffed elephant.

If I weren't so tired, I'd shove trust and issue down the garbage disposal and let it run all day.

Could he hear my heart pounding?

Melancholy held me hostage, and the bees built a hive of sadness in my soul.

I stuff my mouth with old fabric and scream until there are no sounds left under my skin.

Art without emotion its like chocolate cake without sugar. It makes you gag.

That's pretty good, for a young girl
from Fever 1793

There is no safer. There's not even safe, never has been.

I can see us, living in the woods, her wearing that A, me with a S maybe, S for silent, S for stupid, for scared. S for silly. For shame.

How could men who liked cats be bad?

Sometimes when I find myself very irritated about a topic, I know it's my next book.

I have survived. I am here.

Gossip is the foul smell from the Devil's backside.

I wonder how long it would take for anyone to notice if I just stopped talking.

The books I'd checked out of the library earlier in the week were still stacked on my bureau, whispering my name and begging to be read.

I am an iceberg drifting towards the edge of the map

It had become easier to lie about most things because it didn't hurt as much when he ignored me.

The gloaming that closed over us the cemetery had crawled inside his skin.

It doesn't matter where I go, I don't want to be there. And then I get to the next place, and I don't want to be there either.

The winds of the desert have names. They feed on the bodies of broken children and rip out the beating hearts of men.

Kids are mostly very resilient.

Most life is spent doing things we don't want to do.

We swore sacred oaths to be strong and to save the planet and to be friends forever.

One had to be careful with elbows and boys

Tell me this is a nightmare

I understood what triggered her earthquakes, most of them.

To keep up appearances, I stomp my room and slam the door.

It doesn't hurt. Nothing hurts except the small smiles and blushes that flash across the room like tiny sparrows.

Superheroes work the hardest when things get tough.

Sometimes being an adult means doing the right thing, even if it's not what you want.

It was the most eloquent silence I ever heard.

Keep home in your heart, where no one can steal it.

If I could turn into a wisp of smoke, I could slip into them and disappear.

Killing people is easier than it should be." Dad put on his beret. "Staying alive is harder.

There is nothing wrong with me. These are really sick people, sick that you can see.

I can't let me hear this, but it's too late. The facts sneak in and stab me.

The guidance counselor convinces them I need a reward-a chew toy or something.

I knew how much it hurt to be the daughter of people who can't see you, not even if you are standing in front of them stomping your feet.

How did I get like this?

In the spring of fifth grade, the boob fairy arrived with her wand and smacked Cassie wicked hard.

I'm fighting the shock of having a guest in my room. I almost kick her out because it's going to hurt too much when my room is empty again.

I decapitated dandelions all morning, leaving carnage and death strewn into my path.

The merry-go-round is spinning too fast. I want to get off. I want to close my eyes, or just blink.

I am getting better at smiling when people expect it.

Eating was hard. Breathing was hard. Living was hardest.

Because I am still a little girl who believes in Santa and the tooth fairy and you.

Life was a battle, and Mother a tired and bitter captain

Precalculus was taught in dog whistle, a pitch too high to hear.

They say they have noticed me drawing. I almost tell them right then and there. They noticed.