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Casper didn’t give me direction for what to do if somebody I used to really like-like, somebody who would be somebody good to love, somebody right, somebody who understood about me, turned out to not have the same ideas about me.

Cutting is a fence you build upon your own body to keep people out but then you cry to be touched. But the fence is barbed. What then?

I think of those photographs taken inside waves, the ones with surfers in slick suits on boards coasting through the tunnel of water, eyes wide. I think they must feel protected inside that curl of water, inside the sudden silencing of the world, even if only for a few minutes.

Evan always used to day that it wasn’t that you couldn’t see that you should be afraid of, but what was right in front of you, in plain sight.

She said,“Don’t be scared, little one.

Oh, Leonard, I think. I’m in a heap of trouble.

It’s all right if you can’t remember. Our subconscious is spectacularly agile. Sometimes it knows when to take us away, as a kind of protection.

They make me... they make me think of being stuck somewhere? I don’t know, like weighted down, but then these patches...

That’s what was in my head in the attic when I took broken glass from my tender kit and began to cut myself into tiny pieces.

They should tell you, right when you get here, that that part of wishing is over. What we’ve done, no one will love us. Not in a normal way.

I’m always losing things.

Sometimes you need to open yourself to the possibility of the miraculous, Tiger Tolliver. Sometimes you just do.

I kept walking, but inside, I felt myself pause, just for a second.

There are so many people who are never coming back.

It’s sort of like that poem: I thought I was done with death, at least a little bit, but death wasn’t done with me.

But there isn’t a single word in the universe that you can think of that would describe the way you feel right now.

Things get away from you sometimes, and you can’t get them back.

Everyone here seems to know exactly what they need, but I leave without a thing.

It is a though he is spreading a veil of protectiveness over me, and I am greedy for it.

I think Temple is wrong. I don’t think I’d dig that kind of art party at all.

Riley’s sway as he disappeared down the alley, I recognized it. It wasn’t booze. It was the thing that happened when a little too much got a little too messed up. They sway, it’s what creeps over a person when they’ve begun to empty out and don’t care enough to put anything back, to replace what has been lost.

People aren’t nice, people aren’t nice, you should know that by now.

This whole place is a world of sobbing girls.

Lupe Hidalgo is an eclipse. She slides over everything like a glamorous shadow, and even though you know it’s going to hurt, you look anyway. And I accidentally do.

I’m so lonely in the world I want to peel all of my flesh off and walk, just bone and gristle, straight into the river, to be swallowed.

I blink at myself. I could be a girl, a real girl. I could be a possibility, with Mikey. Couldn’t I?

Sometimes you’re so hungry, so thirsty for something to fill you up, you’ve craved it for so long, but when you finally have it, it hurts going down. It’s not a medicine for what ails you. It might just be the thing that is keeping you sick.

Mickey holds up the soggy paper. DIE. Don’t you die.

Everything and everybody that’s busted can be fixed. That’s what I think.

What’s really important is the essence of the life lived. A college degree isn’t going to tell me how well somebody lived, now is it? Does having a boat mean you lived a good life? Or a summerhouse? What about saving each valentine your son made or even working a roadside jam stand? A million, what do they call it? – selfies – on some silly website. What does it all mean, in the end?

I cut because I can’t deal. It’s as simple as that. The world becomes an ocean, the ocean washes over me, the sound of water is deafening, the water drowns my heart, my panic becomes as large as planets. I need to hurt myself more than the world can hurt me, and then I can comfort myself.

Each aberration of my skin is a song. Press your mouth against me. You will hear so much singing.

There are things happening inside me that I don’t even have words for, and I usually have words for everything, even if I don’t say them out loud. A shiver suddenly breaks us apart. A sharp chill rushes through me, when just a second ago, I was warmer than I’d ever been. My teeth start chattering.

After he died, my mother was like a crab: she tucked everything inside and left only her shell.

It could be disappointment, too, Tiger, and you need to prepare yourself for that. But if it’s disappointing, it doesn’t have to be devastating, does that make sense? Life has this, life has that, and then something else comes along again, like a wave. We ride the waves. You go down, you go up, you go down, sometimes you just drift.

I don’t feel sad. For just now, I don’t feel scared. I feel, for right now, well, kind of triumphant.

I’m tired and angry at me. For letting myself get smaller and smaller in the hopes that he would notice me more. But how can someone notice you if you keep getting smaller?

I’m running blind, ghosts swallowing me.

You are carrying so many heavy feelings. There just isn’t enough room for them all.

He’s like the desert itself: it’s so beautiful, it’s so warm, but there are sharp edges everywhere that you have to watch out for.

Self-harm is not a grab for attention. It doesn’t mean you are suicidal. It means you are struggling to get out of a very dangerous mess in your mind and heart and this is your coping mechanism. It means that you occupy a small space in the very real and very large canyon of people who suffer from depression or mental illness.

I think you are having a different sort of heartbreak. Maybe a kind of heartbreak of being in the world when you don’t know how to be. If that makes any sense?

Everyone has that moment I think, the moment when something so momentous happens that it rips your very being into small pieces. And then you have to stop. For a long time, you gather your pieces. And it takes such a very long time, not to fit them back together, but to assemble them in a new way, not necessarily a better way. More, a way you can live with until you know for certain that this piece should go there, and that one there.

You can’t break my heart, she cries, breathy and furious. You can’t own my soul. What I have, I made, what I have is mine. What I have I made, what I have is mine.

She’s not a cookie, or a book, or a record on a shelf. You can’t just play with her and then put her back.

I remember the stars that night. They were like salt against the sky, like someone spilled the shaker against very dark cloth. That mattered to me, their accidental beauty.

That’s how hearts get broken, you know. When you believe in promises.

A girl’s life is the worst life in the world. A girl’s life is: you are born, you bleed, you burn.

People should know about us. Girls who write their pain on their bodies.

There’s so much I wish I didn’t have to know about living.

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