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It was like we were all so busy trying to be happy or saying we were happy, but underneath there was nothing but bitterness, the kind that could only be bled out in ink, in unspoken word.
Elizabeth Scott
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School is just like having a job. You have to show up, you have to do your work, and you have to be around tons of idiots or mean people. Now that I think about it, it's worse than having a job. At least there you get paid.
Elizabeth Scott
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Things change. Stuff happens. Life goes on.
Elizabeth Scott
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My name is Danielle. I'm eighteen. I've been stealing things for as long as I can remember.
Elizabeth Scott
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I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.
Elizabeth Scott
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Grace is my favourite church word. A state of being. Something you can pray for. Something God can grant. Something you can obtain. Perfection is out of reach. But grace -- grace you can reach for.
Elizabeth Scott
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If she could breathe then it could be heard, but she was breathless.
Elizabeth Scott
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I'm so not interesting in having to try and make something out of foil." What, you didn't like the poncho with wraparound leggings?" It was beyond hideou- wait a minute. You watch that show?" My mom loves it." But your suppose to be sulking in the basement getting ready to light fires." What can I say? I'm a failure as a teenager. I watch TV with my mom.
Elizabeth Scott
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There's no good way to die, you know? No way I've seen, anyway. It all ends with tubes and bedpans and IVs and I just-- smoking gets me out of there. Gets me outside, gets me away from all the--" "Sick people?" I say, and she shakes her head. "Away from my life.
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
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It could be enough, maybe, or at least a start, but the problem is that at night I tumble into dreams that aren't dreams at all. I tumble into memories and wake up aching for a dying world and a quiet, cold life that offered me nothing but sitting in a still room.
Elizabeth Scott
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And what if---what are you if the people who are supposed to love you can leave you like you're nothing?
Elizabeth Scott
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My mother taught me to believe in silver, to believe in things, but I think it's more important to believe in me.
Elizabeth Scott
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You're right . . . you can't go back. No matter how much you want to, you never can.
Elizabeth Scott
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I know I should say he suddenly seemed vulnerable and I felt a connection to his soul or whatever, but the truth is I just wanted to tackle him and then make out for the next three thousand years.
Elizabeth Scott
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There are a million rules for being a girl. There are a million things you have to do to get through each day. High school has things that can trip you up, ruin you, people say one thing and mean another, and you have to know all the rules, you have to know what you can and can't do.
Elizabeth Scott
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I’m broken, I have cut myself wide open. I can see my heart and it is not what I believed it was, it is not good and kind and all the things I have always thought I am.
Elizabeth Scott
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I love books. I like that the moment you open one and sink into it you can escape from the world, into a story that's way more interesting that yours will ever be.
Elizabeth Scott
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All the things I've thought about love are true. It's beautiful and terrible and it doesn't make things perfect. It ends things, and it brings beginnings. This is mine.
Elizabeth Scott
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He's looking at me as if the whole world waits for my next breath, with an intensity that makes my heart pound and my palms sweat and then he smiles, a sweet curve of his mouth, and my breath catches, but then I freeze because there is something about it, something beyond it that I know, that makes my mind go blank with fear and pain.
Elizabeth Scott
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I think...I think sometimes that's how it is. Sometimes people have to go before you get stuff. Before you can really get it.
Elizabeth Scott
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And now I see what has been there all along, what I've noticed but never truly understood until now. Eli is as uncertain as I am, as we all are. Life has surprised him like it has me. Has hurt him like it has me.
Elizabeth Scott
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He is nothing to look at, and yet I can’t stop looking at him. There is something beautiful in how his face is made, how all the tiny flaws blend together into something more perfect than perfection could ever be.
Elizabeth Scott
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He looks trapped, helpless and furious, and that’s a feeling I know too well. Know how much it hurts. Know how it holds you down, how every day there are a thousand little ways to see there is nothing you can do to change who or what you are.
Elizabeth Scott
