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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.
It’s because we’re so similar that we stopped talking to each other so much. When we do talk, we either struggle to find things to say or we just get angry, so apparently we’ve reached a mutual agreement that there’s really no point trying anymore.
I sit there, stewing in guilt because I am a terrible friend and a terrible person who gets jealous of my best friend for being everything I wish I was.
If I’m completely honest, I don’t even like music that much. I just like individual songs. I 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.
“On the contrary, you’d probably be more likely to forget the most important things of all.”
“There’s a time and a place for being normal. For most people, normal is their default setting. But for some, like you and me, normal is something we have to bring out, like putting on a suit for a posh dinner.”
every single thing that you could possibly think about in one day decides to come to me all at once and suddenly there’s a small lightning storm inside my head.
She hadn’t annoyed me when she’d called me, she’d just inadvertently reminded me that I hate myself, like many things do.
There is a line that you cross when forming relationships with people. Crossing this line occurs when you transfer from knowing someone to knowing about someone, and Michael and I cross that line at Becky’s seventeenth-birthday party.
You hate everything, but you’re still beautiful.
“Just because something doesn’t matter doesn’t mean it’s not worth doing.”
“There doesn’t need to be a rainbow for it to be beautiful.”
don’t. I can’t read books because I know that none of it is real. Yeah, I’m a hypocrite. Films aren’t real, but I love them. But books—they’re different. When you watch a film, you’re sort of an outsider looking in. With a book—you’re right there. You are inside. You are the main character.
know you think that it’s easier to be by yourself, but every minute you spend thinking about what you’re not doing, that’s another minute forgetting about how to be around other people.”
know I don’t like books, but you can always tell what someone is thinking by what they’re reading.
I’m still just sort of sitting there with my little brother with my shaking hands, wishing that I hadn’t woken up this morning, I hadn’t woken up yesterday, I hadn’t ever woken up—

