Clinical, brilliantly medical-minded Adam believes in fate. A fate with Fia.
James is all I have. I chose James. He has to be right. Please let him be right.
I don’t want to think about things like normal and safe, things I can’t have.
Probably you should stay out of my head. It’s not a friendly place.
I’m still afraid to sleep—too many ghosts peering creeping condemning.
What’s the point in hating something if you aren’t proactive?
Everyone here is insane. I am the insanest of the insane.
Tell you what. Let me go and I promise not to tell anyone that you aren’t suave.
It makes a soul lonely when even your tongue has no home.
It’s a lie, but it’s the lie he needs. I’m going to hell.
I have to trust that, or I’ll lose my mind. Well, lose it more.
I lie constantly. All the time. I’m nothing but one big mass of lies.
Pretending is another way of lying, and I am so good at both.
Yes. You’re the secret when it’s dark. Dark is safe.
Sometimes I wanted to take a memory – one perfect memory – curl up in it, and go to sleep.
I wonder what it would be like to be with a boy who blushes when he looks at my skin.