It’s just nice, I guess. Knowing that someone else can put into words what I feel. That there are people who have been through things worse than I have, and they come out on the...

Whatever you decide, don’t let it be because you don’t think you have a choice.

June is gone. For the first time, the enormity of that hits me. Every muscle aches, my heart most of all. I am throbbing with how much I miss her. It hurts worse than anything....

Everything on the radio is crap…It’s fast food for your ears. It doesn’t make you think. It isn’t even about anything – not anything real. Don’t you think music should say something?

Google is so my bitch

It feels weird, being out in the real world again. Around people just living their lives like normal. Their presence is oppressive. The very fact that the world is going on as usual, like nothing...

These songs tell me I’m not alone. If you look at it that way, music…music can see you through anything.

I guess that’s the thing about riding on cloud nine—it can’t last forever. And that particular fall was hard and fast.

Maybe Laney’s right. Maybe June did love me. But I’m far less certain that she knew I loved her. Did she realise how much I needed her around? It’s not like I ever told her....

If you really want things to change, you can make them change no matter where you are.

It’s so stupid because all I wanted was space and now that I have it, there’s this part of me that’s achingly lonely I could die.

I don’t know what I believe anymore. If God does exist, then He’s just an asshole, creating this world full of human suffering and letting all these terrible things happen to good people, and sitting...

I don’t know what I need, or even what I want, from her or from anybody. There’s no way to tell her the truth, because the truth is that my heart is broken, and I...

I’m an expert at finding out secrets, but keeping them- especially a secret of this magnitude – is something else.

In some ways I admire Aunt Helen’s unwavering certainty in God’s divine plan. It must be comforting, to have faith like that. To believe so concretely that there’s someone—something—out there watching guard, keeping us safe,...

Listen, Harper. I realize how hard this is for you.”A flash of anger heats up in my chest. She doesn’t understand. She can’t. If she did, she’d leave me alone instead of trying to force...

Keeping secrets isn’t my specialty.

I’m not saying he was, like, crying tears of man pain over the phone, but he sounded upset.

You know, just because you think bubblegum pop on the radio represents all that is wrong with society, that doesn’t mean there’s not someone out there who needs that shitty pop song. Maybe that shitty...

Sketchy black van? Weird stalking of my house? What are you going to do next, offer me some candy?

The house is eerily quiet. All this time I thought silence would be a welcome reprieve, but it’s less comforting than I imagined. The house feels so much bigger and colder than it ever has.

Hate is… It’s too easy. Love. Love takes courage.

All I can do is look at him. Up close, I get a better view; there’s no denying the fact he is really, really good-looking, in this rakish, edgy, badass, I-just-rolled-out-of-bed-and-screw-you-I-don’t-need-a-mirror kind of way.

My life is now divided into two periods: With June and After June. I can’t wrap my mind around the idea of it.

It always struck me in years after how bizarre it was, how two people could look at one another with such tenderness and complete love, and how quickly that could dissolve into nothing but bitterness.

I hate organized religion. I hate that people use it to justify their crappy, bigoted beliefs.

That hate is easy, but sometimes love is easy too.

Some people think that a place can save them… Like if they could just be somewhere else, their lives would be totally different. They could finally be the people they always wanted to be. But...

He took his pain and turned it into something beautiful. Into something that people connect to. And that’s what good music does. It speaks to you. It changes you.

I’m still the same Chelsea Knot. Bow down, bitches.

All of them are the same type; girls with overprocessed hair and too much makeup and way too much access to Daddy’s credit cards. Girls who, if you took away the designer labels, hair dye...