This is followed by laughter because we’re in high school, which means we’re predictable and almost everything is funny, especially if it’s someone else’s public humiliation.

If a song’s meant to stay around, you carry it with you in your bones.

It’s my experience that people are a lot more sympathetic if they can see you hurting, and for the millionth time in my life I wish for measles or smallpox or some other easily understood...

There are no rules, because life is made up of too many rules as it is.

The problem with people is they forget that most of the time it’s the small things that count.

Because its not a lie if its how you feel.

Never bullshit a bullshitter.

Just be careful” implies that there’s an end to it all, maybe in an hour, maybe in three years, but an end just the same.

People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.

I can be both of us at once so no one will have to miss her, most of all me. I I

She is oxygen, carbon, hydrogen, nitrogen, calcium, and phosphorus.

The future is uncertain, but that can be a good thing.

She waves her arms at the world. “It’s all just time filler until we die.

Music did that to me, just like God was supposed to, because music seemed both magic and holy.

I guess you can be yourself, whatever that means-the best and worst of you. And they love you anyway. You can fight, but even when you’re mad at them, you know they’re not going to...

…I love the thrill of impending, weightless doom…

[…] the great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.

Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people’s words, not my own–my words are gone.

I should be happy, but instead I feel nothing. I feel a lot of nothing these days. I’ve cried a few times, but mostly I’m empty, as if whatever makes me feel and hurt and...

The Parents, as my mother and father refer to Mr. Finch and Mrs. Finch, are insisting it was an accident, which, I guess, means we’re free to mourn him out in the open in a...

I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.

A string of thoughts run through my head like a song I can’t get rid of, over and over in the same order: I am broken. I am a fraud. I am impossible to love.

I have this feeling like I’m waiting for something. But I have no idea what

For a minute, I can feel it: the sense of peace as my mind goes quiet, like I’m already dead. I am weightless and free. Nothing and no one to fear, not even myself.

I can already feel myself falling hard, something I’ve been known to do. All because she smiled at me.

In 1912, a man named Franz Reichelt jumped off the Eiffel Tower wearing a parachute suit he designed himself. He jumped to test his invention–he expected to fly–but instead he fell straight down, hitting the...

Water is peaceful. I am at rest. In the water, I am safe and pulled in where I can’t get out. Everything slows down-the noise and the racing of my thoughts.

Is today a good day to die?Is today the day?And if not today–when?

You are driving me crazy. You have been driving me crazy for weeks.

I run until time stops. Until my mind stops.

In case you haven’t noticed, we’re already involved, Finch. And in case you haven’t noticed, I’m broken too.

You’re probably better at math than I am, because pretty much everyone’s better at math than I am, but it’s okay, I’m fine with it. See, I excel at other, more important things—guitar, sex, and...

Who cares for Algebra?Who delights in solving math?I only want to live my lifeAlong the creative path.