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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.
I can’t really remember when Nick and Charlie became Nick-and-Charlie, but Nick has stuck with Charlie through all the hardest parts of his mental illness, so, in my book, he’s definitely all right.
I don’t really want to go, but I think it’s important to make the effort. Social convention and all.
We’re still studying Pride and Prejudice in class. It’s soul-destroying, and not in a good way. Do not read it.
I get to wondering why he is always hovering around like some ghost who doesn’t want to be forgotten.
Why do cars always part for ambulances? Because the world is not filled with assholes. That’s why. Because the world is not filled with assholes.
“You always have interesting things to say,” he says. “You just don’t say them.”
If you can’t accept things you don’t understand, then you’ll spend your life questioning everything. Then you’ll have to live out your life in your own head.”
“You know, if you want to be happier, you have to try. You have to put in the effort. Your problem is that you don’t try.” I do try. I have tried. I have tried for sixteen years.
Mr. Darcy is shy, haunted by himself, and unable to fight for his own character. But he loves, and I guess that is all that matters in the world of literature.”
I just sit here, doing nothing, assuming that someone else is going to make things better.
My hobbies are drinking diet lemonade and being a bitter asshole.
But my brain won’t stop taking clouds and turning them into hurricanes.
Split between the green and the blue, there is an indefinable beauty that people call humanity.
I keep thinking as I’m spinning how everything looks so sad, but if this day were to go down in history, everyone would talk about what a beautiful day it was.
before she started to move on while I stayed exactly where I was.
They’re all just being people.
“I noticed,” he says. “But I didn’t do anything. I didn’t do anything.” I have begun to cry. “I love you anyway,”
All I know is that I’m here. And I’m alive. And I’m not alone.