Solitaire

by Alice Oseman

My name is Victoria Spring. I think you should know that I make up a lot of stuff in my head and then get sad about it. I like to sleep and I like to blog. I am going to die someday.

Sometimes I hate people. This is probably very bad for my mental health.

thinking or talking too much about “boy issues” makes me want to shoot myself in the face.

She’s def Aro/ace

I can’t think of anything to say because that is what my answer would be really. Nothing. I am a vacuum. I am a void. I am nothing.

swear to God, it defies gravity because it swishes in a kind of organized vortex, but when he doesn’t straighten it, it’s 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.”

I don’t think my mum likes me very much. That doesn’t matter, because I don’t really like her either.

I never seem to be able to finish watching a film on the same day I start it because I can’t bear the thought of the film ending.

“Just because something doesn’t matter doesn’t mean it’s not worth doing.”

“All friendships are selfish. Maybe if we were all selfless, we would leave each other alone.”

What I thought was attractive about him has now died and been cremated.

"Cremated" Fantastic wird choice dude

“Happiness,” he says, “is the price of profound thought.”