I wonder if it will rain after we die. When you kill yourself, you don’t know what happens next, afterward.

I know why you picked her,” Frank says, still sitting on the grass. “She’s like you, sort of. A writer. Unhappy. Wishing she had someone who understood her. That’s what killed her- being lonely.

I imagine that she’s looking at the stars and thinking about how small and insignificant we are down here. We’re little ants on a pebble, hurtling through space.

I suppose it doesn’t matter what form love takes, maybe you just need to take it when it comes.

I just want to be happy. I want to feel better.

Just because your life sucks doesn’t mean other people cant be happy.

I can feel the hurt. There’s something good about it. Mostly it makes me stop remembering.

My Top Ten Reasons To Live 10. Stars in a really dark sky 9. Driving across the country 8. Nirvana 7. My mom 6. Our dog pack 5. Gay bingo 4. Mud fights 3. Kissing 2. Magic marker tattoos 1. Pink socks.

You okay?"Just waiting for the water to boil. Burning shower. One of the only things that helps when I'm totally freaking out."I'm not sure how to respond. "So," I whisper, "you want anything?"Yeah," She replies, sarcastic "I want to be bulimic, but the vomit grosses me out.

He said if you do what you have to do today, all the tomorrows have a way of working things out by themselves.