Kathleen Glasgow

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?

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

I'm always losing things.

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.

Girl listens to radio. Girl finds music. Girl has whole other world.Girl slips on headphones. World gone.

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

...when I look at my arms, I don't think revolutionary. I think sad, and pain, but not revolutionary.

Because when everything is said and done... the world runs on kindness. It simply has to, or we'd never be a able to bear ourselves. It might not seem so to you now, but it will when you're older." ~Ariel

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

I think, Charlie, you have talent. I do. But I don't think you'll get far until you examine yourself and study.Until you let yourself be your subject. That's the exquisiteness of youth: you are allowed the luxury of vanity, of self-examination. Take it! Don't be ashamed of yourself.

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

Dear Ellis, I have something really fucking angelic to tell you.

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.

...I'm in a little bubble of warmth, just like I had with Ellis, a place I never thought I'd be again.

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

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.

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

I'm no stranger to fucking up.