"Part of me wanted this more than anything else in the world—to have someone to hang out with, be like everyone else for a while. The rest of me screamed to get the hell out of there, not to get sucked in."
"And just when I though things were starting to get better, everything had gone wrong again."
"I was tired of being me."
"He loved me and I loved him, but the number in my head was telling me that he was going to die today. And the numbers had never been wrong."
"My best day ever. Got up. Had breakfast. Came to school. Bored, as usual. Wishing I wasn't there, like usual. Kids ignoring me, suits me fine. Sitting with the other retards—we’re so special. Wasting my time. Yesterday was the same, and it's gone, anyway. Tomorrow may never come. There is only today. This is the best day and the worst day. Actually it's crap."
"You get use to someone—start to like them, even—and they leave. In the end, everyone leaves."