Solitaire (Solitaire, #1)

by Alice Oseman

Nothing. I am a vacuum. I am a void. I am nothing.

My laptop is my soulmate. Over the past few months, I’ve come to realise that I’m far more of a blog than an actual person.

If I delete it, I think I’ll probably be completely alone.

It’s just that it’s not socially acceptable to say sad stuff out loud in the real world because people think that you’re attention-seeking. I hate that. So what I’m saying is that it’s nice to be able to say whatever I want. Even if it is only on the Internet.

I hate the phone. It’s the worst invention in the history of the world because, if you don’t talk, nothing happens.

don’t really want to go, but I think it’s important to make the effort. Social convention and all.

people are chatting and laughing and smiling and it sort of makes me feel a bit sad, like I’m watching them through a dirty window.

find one song that I really love and then I listen to it about twenty billion times until I hate it and have ruined it for myself. At

“You like to act as if you care about nothing and if you carry on like that then you’re going to drown in the abyss you have imagined for yourself.”