nothing in this world that's worth having comes easy.

≪i'm fine, i'm just not happy.≫

"being part of a family means smiling for photos." "why should i pretend i'm happy?"
"because it's how you fit in, remember we talked about that? this is how you do it, when someone takes a picture you smile, it doesn't matter if you're happy or not, you just do it to fit in, ok?"

it doesn't mean you walk away, you just learn to trust nothing, everything you think you feel, everything you think you know, you question every call.

"... it was killing him with its silence and loneliness, making everything ordinary too beautiful to bare."

"I just know there's something dark in me and I hide it. I certainly don't talk about it, but it's there always, this Dark Passenger. And when he's driving, I feel alive, half sick with the thrill of complete wrongness. I don't fight him, I don't want to. He's all I've got. Nothing else could love me, not even... especially not me. Or is that just a lie the Dark Passenger tells me? Because lately there are these moments when I feel connected to something else... someone. It's like the mask is slipping and things... people... who never mattered before are suddenly starting to matter. It scares the hell out of me."

"Well one day you’re there and then all of a sudden there’s less of you. And you wonder where that part went…if its living somewhere ,outside of you, and you keep thinking ‘maybe you’ll get it back’ and then you realize, it’s just gone."