I have no point in procrastinating any longer.

I have to force myself even to move my eyeballs. It's so easy just to stare.

Isolated, she managed somehow to feel free—albeit with a freedom that made her want to smash a hole in the very center of the universe.

You're never ready for what you have to do. You just do it. That makes you ready.

I’m not fit to occupy space. Excuse me for living.

I want somebody to love, and I want somebody to love me. And nobody ever will. And that's why it hurts. Because it makes a difference. And when nobody cares, it makes you all mad inside and it makes you want to say things, tear up things, break things, get through the glass.