"I'm empty. But I found a way to make it feel less bottomless. Pretend. You pretend the feelings are there for the world. For the people around you."

"And I need duct tape, three or four rolls. Running low on heavy-duty trash bags. When’s the last time I sharpened my knifes?"

“It’s okay. Life doesn’t have to be perfect. It just has to be lived.”

“Tonight’s the night. And it’s going to happen again, and again. It has to happen. It’s not what I want. But what I want doesn’t matter. This is the only way I know how to survive. I’m coiled and ready to strike.”

“Everyone hides who they are at least some of the time. Sometimes you bury that part of yourself so deeply that you have to be reminded it’s there at all. And sometimes you just want to forget who you are all together.”

“Do I see sheets of plastic in your future?”