I look down at Freddie and consider waking him up for a moment. I consider not going over to Ellen's house and bothering her, and just undressing myself and the boy in front of me

The future that you light up and inhale, breathing out while you promise yourself that it's only self medication for anxiety. Two packs a day of self medication. A toothbrush down your throat of the future.

i feel okay i feel good i stuck a finger down my throat

She's the kind of beautiful girl that you know is just never going to be popular, partly because she's never going to want it and partly because none of them would ever have anything to do with her. She's strange but so are you.

She sits alone in the same seat she's sat in for the past twelves hours, and they're beginning to wonder if she has anywhere else to go, which, honestly, is the only reason they haven't told her to leave yet.