My current mentality is “I’m sad and I hate myself but I have to get good grades”
I'm trying to lose myself
You ought to try it

“Hold my hand because I might disappear.”

“If you weren't driving, I'd kiss you senseless," I tell him.
He swerves to the side of the road and stops the car abruptly.
"Not driving any more.”

“What do you want from me?" he asks.
What I want from every person in my life, I want to tell him.
More.”

“Because being part of him isn't just anything. It's kind of everything.”

“From this distance everything is so bloody perfect.”

“How can you just forget a person completely until the moment you see his face again?”

“Never,' he tells me in a tone full of ice, 'underestimate who or what I care for.”

“I'm very disturbed to find out that the leader of the Townies has a soul and I'm beginning to develop a bit of a crush on him.”

“So, like I asked, what’s with the nightie?”
“It smells like what I always think mothers smell like,” I tell him honestly, knowing I don’t have to explain.
He nods. “My mum has one just the same and you have no idea how disturbing it is that it’s turning me on.”

“You just have to belong. Long to be.”
“Bad choices or good, if you never take chances, someone else will build your life for you.”
 
“She is madness,
sanity. She is hell, and
paradise.”
 
“If all you can promise me is today, I'll take it and hope for tomorrow.”
 
“Death Is only the easy way out if you are the one who dies.”
 
Perfect?

How 
do you define a word without
concrete meaning? To each 
his own, the saying goes, so

why 
push to attain an ideal 
state of being that no two 
random people will agree is

where
you want to be? Faultless.
Finished. Incomparable. People
can never be these, and anyway,

when
did creating a flawless facade
become a more vital goal
than learning to love the person 

who
lives inside your skin?
The outside belongs to others.
Only you should decide for you---

what
is perfect?

― Ellen Hopkins, Perfect
“Oh, I wouldn't mind, Hazel Grace. It would be a privilege to have my heart broken by you.”
 

“As he read, I fell in love the way you fall asleep: slowly, and then all at once.”

What else? She is so beautiful. You don't get tired of looking at her. You never worry if she is smarter than you: You know she is. She is funny without ever being mean. I love her. I am so lucky to love her, Van Houten. You don't get to choose if you get hurt in this world, old man, but you do have some say in who hurts you. I like my choices. I hope she likes hers

I do, Augustus.

I do.

― John Green, The Fault in Our Stars