Sometimes being an adult means doing the right thing, even if it's not what you want.
The one good thing about being kind of shy is that nobody bugs you when you want to be left alone.
What do I want? The answer to that question does not exist.
Do I want to die from the inside out or the outside in?
I needed to hear the world but didn't want the world to know I was listening.
I want to go to sleep and not wake up, but I don’t want to die.
I would never be popular. I didn't want to be; I liked being shy. I'd never be the smartest or the hottest or the happiest. By eighth grade you start to figure out your limits.