Twilight (Twilight, #1)

by Stephenie Meyer

I didn’t relate well to people my age. Maybe the truth was that I didn’t relate well to people, period. Even my mother, who I was closer to than anyone else on the planet, was never in harmony with me, never on exactly the same page.

Good luck tended to avoid me.

guess he considered me old enough now not to shoot myself by accident, and not depressed enough to shoot myself on purpose.

That was the first night I dreamed of Edward Cullen.