Some people were nice to you simply because they liked you.

Throughout it all, you are still, always, you: beautiful and bruised, known and unknowable.

I believe that a person's taste in music tells you a lot about them. In some cases, it tells you everything you need to know.

I had never killed myself before, so I had no idea what would I want to listen to when it was too late for me to skip to the next song. Like, maybe when you're dying, you actually want to hear something really upbeat.

Without a best friend to tell stories to, it almost didn't matter if they even happened.

As you go through life's rich tapestry, you realize that most people you meet aren't fit to shine your shoes. It's a sad fact, but it's true. A good friend is someone who'd hide you if you were on the run for murder. How many of them do you know?