Everything in me turns on and shuts down at the same time. I am weak and strong. I am terrified and brave. I am lost and found. I am here and gone. I’m afraid I’m going to stop breathing again.

“Maybe nobody knows how. Sometimes it's easier to pretend nothing is wrong than …”

“So let's pretend. One night. We'll go out and pretend we're normal.”

“You can't change the rules and think everyone else is just going to keep playin…”

“Just so you know,” he mimics me, “I would chop that table up and use it for fir…”