If i can do things right, I don't see why everyone else can't.
Courtney Summers
Is this what it's like to get close to other people--you do something insane together and then you have to share everything even if you don't really want to?
friendship relationships
The sooner you make a mistake and learn to live with it, the better. You're not responsible for everything. You can't control the way things end up.
mistake hope
I will see my father in every anger.
anger violence fathers
I hate that I'm so numb and empty and disconnected from most of these people but even I can see worth in stupid little moments like these. These people aren't even my family, but I can see their value and if I can see it in something this small, when I feel this bad, then---Then why didn't he?
grief
My hands are dying.
Whatever's between us is that kind of new.
relationship
There's always this one girl. She's desperate and she's weird and she's jealous, and you're stuck with her, no matter how hard you try to get her off your back. Just throw some really fucked-up self-esteem issues into the mix and you have Kara.
self-esteem bullying jealousy
I elbow my way through the mass of people to get to my locker because there's something immensely satisfying about the toughest part of my arm connecting with the softest part of everyone else. (page 3)
ya
I mean, you know how it is. You chase a bottle of sleeping pills with a bottle of Jack Daniel's and life's never the same, no matter how many times you try to tell people it was just an accident.
drinking
perfection
SPOILERSI move closer to the glass, as close as I can get to it, begging her, begging Lily, begging Grace, begging all of them to tell me what's left, to just tell me, while the girl pushes against the window, turns her tiny hands into tiny fists, begging me for a taste of - life. My life. Lily disappears. Grace. They all leave, they're gone, they will never be here again. But the weight of what they've shown me is settling into my bones. I don't know if I will keep it, but just in this moment, however brief, I feel closer to it than I ever have before... The dead girl presses her face against the glass. She waits for me to tell her what's next.
life death zombies
She was young and alive, untouchable. Why did she want to go?
teenagers
You only get to walk variations of the same lines everyone has already drawn for you.
bullying high-school
Four years, 2 suicides, one death, one rape, 2 pregnancies (one abortion) 3 overdoses, countless drunken antics, pantsings, spilled food, theft, fights, broken limbs, turf wars - every day, a turf war - 6 months until graduation and no one gets a medal when they get out. But everything you do here counts. High school. Courtney summers, cracked up to, be page 1
high-school
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