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But I know a lie when I hear one.
Elizabeth Scott -
So, you're telling me that no matter what, you can't be happy? Well, darling, it's no wonder you're miserable. It's what you want...So then try to be happy.
Elizabeth Scott
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This is the real unwritten rule: You don't want what you know you shouldn't. And I haven't just broken that rule. I have wrecked it, smashed it, and still... And still I want.
Elizabeth Scott -
The world will knock you down plenty. You don't need to be doing it to yourself.
Elizabeth Scott -
This is what happiness is, past the rubbish of its overuse as a word, past the cracked gloss of the letters that mean nothing when strung together. They mean something now, and I know what it's like when you and someone else are right together. How simple is is, and how amazing.
Elizabeth Scott -
I see what grief does, how it strips you bare, shows you all the things you don't want to know. That loss doesn't end, that there isn't a moment where you are done, when you can neatly put it away and move on.
Elizabeth Scott -
And I know what people say about not listening to insults or how you should let stuff roll off you, but it’s not that easy.
Elizabeth Scott -
Are you reading?" I say. It's not that I don't think Finn can read or anything, but it's just - well, not what I expected to see. I figured Finn spent his time doing whatever it is guys who aren't Josh do when they aren't in school. Burping, or something. "Try not to look so surprised," Finn says. "I read. I can count to ten. Sometimes I can even spell my own name.
Elizabeth Scott
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I knew from Brianna that being beautiful wasn’t all great. Brianna had changed in middle school. One day we were both seventh graders and the next, she was a supermodel who had a seventh grader for a best friend.
Elizabeth Scott -
It's like I'm living inside a mirror. I see things, I do things, but they are just surfaces and nothing more.
Elizabeth Scott -
After a couple of days of complete hell , rest is at the top of the agenda. As he fades away to an overdue peacefulness, he misses her .
Elizabeth Scott -
Imagine a guy. He’s a little taller than you, with perfect skin, skin that just screams “touch me!” and dark hair and gorgeous blue eyes and he looks so sweet and he is sweet. And then have him blush a little.
Elizabeth Scott -
It´s just...today has really sucked, and when you´re around stuff doesn´t seem so crappy.
Elizabeth Scott -
I want to care, but I don't. I look at you and all I feel is tired. I walk through school and all I want to do is leave. I wake up in the morning and don't know why I'm here. I feel like I'm not real. I feel like I died when everyone else on the plane did and I'm the only one who's noticed.
Elizabeth Scott
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I have been smashed and put back together so many times nothing works right. Nothing is where it should be, heavy thumping in my shoulder where my heart now beats.
Elizabeth Scott -
You tell yourself that you aren't something or that you can't be something, and you know what? It will become true. You have to decide who you are and what you can do and then go after what you want. Because believe me, no one is going to give it to you.
Elizabeth Scott -
Working to my potential.' It's like every teacher I have has some sort of manual to use when talking to me. She finished with, 'You have so much going for you,' which was the dumbest thing anyone, even Laurie, has ever said to me.
Elizabeth Scott -
I knew I was having a panic attack. I hadn't had one in a while, though, and I'd forgotton how they made everything like it- and I- was going to fall apart. How they reminded me of how trapped I was.
Elizabeth Scott -
My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember.
Elizabeth Scott -
Okay, I guess you can come in." "Um, Hannah, you have to, you know, open the front door so I can actually come in." "I thought you were going to - you're standing under my window. Aren't you supposed to climb up here or something?" "My ladder's at home. Also, you call throwing rocks at your window clichéd?
Elizabeth Scott
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Something in me, in my bruised heart, wakes up, and even though I'm terrified, I don't push the feeling away.
Elizabeth Scott -
Everyone else carries a backpack, but not Josh. He has a cool, beat-up messenger bag, covered with stickers protesting all kinds of things.
Elizabeth Scott -
The truth is, I feel beyond sad. I feel empty. Numb.
Elizabeth Scott -
My full name is Lauren Lee Smith. Of all the names I could have been given, that's the one I got. Lauren Lee Smith. It has all the personality of a toaster.
Elizabeth Scott