Not sure if there is a God or why some all-powerful being would give half a damn about the likes of me.
Ellen HopkinsSorry. But I don't need some money-grubbing preacher defining my relationship with God.
Ellen HopkinsOne kiss, I was totally hooked.
Ellen HopkinsHave you ever had so much to say that your mouth closed up so tight, struggling to harness the nuclear force coalescing within your words?"
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I hate this feeling like I'm here, but I'm not. Like someone cares. But they don't. Like I belong somewhere else, anywhere but here.
Ellen HopkinsMots clés impulse-ellen-hopkins-sad
The worst liars are the ones everyone thinks would never ever tell a lie.
Ellen HopkinsI'm sad. Pressed down by sorrow. I'm angry. Pissed at God, if there is one, and the way things are. I'm scared. Confused by the whys. Why are we here? Is there, really, some intelligent design? Why do we cry for someone who leaves us if there's some Grand Pearly Gate in the sky? Why worry about how we build our lives if the ultimate ending for all is death, a single breath away?
Ellen HopkinsI take four or five heavy steps beyond the front door and Mom comes rushing down the hallway. "Shane! What in the hell-" Now she sees me, in all my dignified glory. I tell her I'm fine. Swear I stuck up for my sister, not an alien but an angel. By the time I get to, "I think I might need stitches," Mom is my mommy. She may have forgotten my birthday. But today she remembers me.
Ellen HopkinsI fell into a big pit of black depression. That happens sometimes, when too much shit gets flung at me at once. It's like all the external pressure sucks into me, then tries to escape again. But it can't. So it builds. Throbs. Makes me feel like my skin is anxious to split. I think that feeling is why some people cut - little slices so they don't shred completely.
Ellen HopkinsIt wasn't my first kiss, maybe it wasn't my best kiss, but it was pretty fine, and the fact that he had asked will forever make that kiss stand out in my mind, touch my heart, make me remember a kiss so tender it made me cry.
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