Nobody is so busy that they can’t make time for the people they really care about.

Don’t you ever want to have just one thing that no one else knows about, so no one can ruin it for you?

That’s the problem with life. You never get enough time to stare at your ceiling and try to figure out what’s going on.

This wasn’t how I imagined things going. But imagination is so often no match for the absurdity, the randomness, the tragedy of reality.

But you know better than anyone how the Internet sees everything and nothing, all at the same time.

Sometimes people think they know you. They know a few facts about you, and they piece you together in a way that makes sense to them. And if you don’t know yourself very well, you...

Tonight the Internet seemed filled with versions of me, like a fun house filled with mirrors. Some of them made me look prettier, and some of them made me look uglier, and some of them...

This should have been a red flag, I realize in retrospect. Working really hard on anything is, by definition, not cool.

Sometimes you get everything you ever wanted, only it doesn’t look like what you wanted anymore.

You think it’s so easy to change yourself. You think it’s so easy, but it’s not True, things don’t stay the same forever: couches are replaced, boys leave, you discover a song, your body becomes...

In Bio last year, I learned that blood is actually a dark maroon when it’s inside your body. It’s the exposure to oxygen that turns it bright red. And there must have been a lot...

What really happened doesn’t matter. What matters is how we agree to remember it.

Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable.

Sometimes, when you are worn down, day after day, relentlessly, with no reprieve for years piled on years, sometimes you lose everything but the ability to cry.

Some people were nice to you simply because they liked you.

Well, you can’t have heartbreak without love,” Dan pointed out. “If your heart was really broken, then at least you know you really loved him.

The thing about being an artist,” Dad said, folding his newspaper and setting it down on the table, “is that there are always going to be people who want to stop you from doing your...

Because before the time when you’re heartbroken, you get to be in love, and that’s worth it.

People have to create some sort of art so they have something to think about other than their shitty lives.

I had never killed myself before, so I had no idea what would I want to listen to when it was too late for me to skip to the next song. Like, maybe when you’re...

I believe that a person’s taste in music tells you a lot about them. In some cases, it tells you everything you need to know.

We shouldn’t be doing this.” Dan broke the silence, his voice low. “We would both get in trouble.” He stood up. “Let’s go back.””We shouldn’t be doing what?” I scrambled to my feet. “What exactly...

People are who they are and, try as you might, you cannot make them be what you want them to be.

Sometimes you just have those days where everything goes wrong. But sometimes, and totally unexpectedly, something can go right.

I liked projects where I could take things apart and figure out exactly how they worked. The problem is, you can’t do that with people.

Don’t be special.” That’s what I would say to my younger self if I could pinpoint the moment when I went astray. But there was no one moment. I was always astray