I’ll be fine. I’m always fine.

I have to trust that, or I’ll lose my mind. Well, lose it more.

You are a headache.

I am so filled with wrong I don’t remember what right is.

You do know Fia!” I blurt, then bite my lip.

I like her. The pixie is going to be my friend. I know it like I know I’m not going to see Mr. Keane today. I will be her friend, while plotting to either betray...

I wash myself clean of guilt, of pain, of fear, of emotion. I am the ocean. I am empty. I am nothing.

Too true.

I should curl up in a ball and cry. Instead i think about everything in the whole entire world that makes me angry – There is a lot, oh, there is a lot – and...

I don’t want to think about things like normal and safe, things I can’t have.

Clinical, brilliantly medical-minded Adam believes in fate. A fate with Fia.

I am a girl in want of complete destruction.

It’s a lie, but it’s the lie he needs. I’m going to hell.

My bed is massive (I drown in it, and it doesn’t matter how big the bed is, my nightmares more than fill it)

I lie constantly. All the time. I’m nothing but one big mass of lies.

I think happy thoughts and feel happy things and I do not let myself near the swirling black edges of the hole that is my soul when I look at them.

I chose him. If I chose him, he had to be the right choice. I wouldn’t love him if it weren’t right.

Pretending is another way of lying, and I am so good at both.

James is all I have. I chose James. He has to be right. Please let him be right.

He’d have to be, right?

I’m still afraid to sleep—too many ghosts peering creeping condemning.

Probably you should stay out of my head. It’s not a friendly place.

Yes. You’re the secret when it’s dark. Dark is safe.

Everyone here is insane. I am the insanest of the insane.