Because to tell you the truth, most of the time dying seems pretty much like my only means of escape — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
And the thought of that makes me want to open a vein, experience pain, know I'm alive, despite this living death. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
It [death] chokes you, gags you, but you have to pretend that you're doing just fine, not trembling with this fear because… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Losing Grandma, just when I'd found her again. A waterfall of flowers brightened her funeral, but they couldn't disguise the stench of… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I haven't cried since Mom died. I mean, after something like that, what's left to cry about, right? But I let myself… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
But death doesn't scare me. To know exactly when I might expect it, up close and in my face, would actually be… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“Such an incredible waste of energy, to work your ass off for sixty years, then shrivel up, die, and be nothing more… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
He has built a pedestal for her so tall that she is afraid to be lifted atop it, because to fall would… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I know it may sound weird, but looking death square in the eye made me question the unknown. What happens after we… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I'm sad. Pressed down by sorrow. I'm angry. Pissed at God, if there is one, and the way things are. I'm scared.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I've been alone since my mom met Scott. He sucked the nectar from her heart like a famished butterfly. No nurture, no nourishment left… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
I wonder how long it would take him to realize I'm right as sin - it's the rest of the world that's wrong. I'm… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Do you know how beautiful you are?' I shook my head 'I'm not. But you make me fell like I am.' I wanted to… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
That's what I'll be. A silhouette, rarely seen, and yet believed in. — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
One foot in front of the other, counting tiles on the floor so I don't have to focus the blur of painted smiles, fake… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
...life is all about chances. You might be safer not taking any. But playing it totally safe means you're only existing. Not living. I… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
But death doesn't scare me. To know exactly when I might expect it, up close and in my face, would actually be a comfort.… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
So You Want to Know All about her. Who she really is. (Was?) Why she swerved off the high road. Hard left to nowhere,… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
“I don’t belong here. I know that. But I don’t belong anywhere else, either. And that is at the heart of the black depression… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image
Six months since we met up again we are inseparable, an intricate weave. No longer do I believe this is a temporary fling. More… — Ellen Hopkins Copy Share Image