I've chosen you over Ephram about a thousand times, Colin. I've chosen you over everyone else. Already there are all of these people in my life that I care about that I've just treated badly or stepped all over because all I cared about was you. But, they stuck by me. Ephram stuck by me. He sent me back to you when I was discouraged about us, about you never remembering me or caring. He told me to keep going. You're right Colin. I was wrong to be mad at you. It's me I should be mad at for not being a better friend to Ephram because he hasn't just been a good friend to me. He's been a good friend to us.
[to Harold] You think by keeping me a prisoner in my own home that you're gonna save me? From what, Tommy? You don't even know him. As far as I can see, the only person I need to be saved from anymore is you. I hate this house. I hate my school. I hate my friends, and I hate my entire stupid life. You can ground me Dad, and you can yell at me and you do whatever the hell you want, because honestly, I wish I was dead. I don't feel anything anymore. And you wanna know the best part, I don't even care.
[voiceover of her letter to Dr.Abbott] Dear Dad: I'm sorry I forgot your birthday. It's not like me to do that. You probably think that's just how I am these days. That missing your birthday is just more proof that I've become a different person, someone who forgets her family for a boy or a fight or whatever it was that got between us. That's the thing, I don't even know anymore. I know I've disappointed you more than you ever thought possible. I never thought it was possible either. And now I feel kinda stuck in this pattern of messing stuff up and I don't know how to fix it. I wish we could make everything like it used to be, but I guess I'm old enough to know we can't. I know you won't believe me but I think about you everyday and no matter how bad things get or how far apart we may seem, you'll always be my dad and I'll always be your Amy.
[to Hannah] Just enjoy it, okay. Sometimes you forget to appreciate these moments and then suddenly you're back into your normal life trying to remember what it felt like.
I find it's best when dealing with any unfamiliar bully to strike early with sarcasm. Yeah, it makes them wonder if I have some butt-kicking prowess that they're unable to detect.
Oh. It's like this: You're eight years old. He misses your birthday party. You wanna cry about it but he's on TV that night for separating the heads of Siamese twins. You're ten. He's not there to see you in the school play. He is however in the New York Times for restoring the vision of a five-year-old kid. I think he was my dad's excuse for missing my elementary school graduation. You know you want to be mad at him. You wanna hate him. But you can't. He's saving lives.
Excruciating literally means to feel the pain of crucifixion. While my law may be difficult at times, I think we can both agree that Jesus had it a bit tougher.
It's my nickname. I always loved Grover as a kid. I know for most kids, it's all "Winnie the Pooh" or "Hello Kitty", or occasionally, "Strawberry Shortcake" but, for me, life was about a little blue Muppet named Grover.