“Whenever Ingrid and I got out of the suburbs, into Berkeley or San Francisco, and saw how other people lived, Ingrid would cry at the smallest of things- a little boy walking home by himself, a discarded cardboard sign saying… — Nina LaCour Copy Share
“No," I say. "I didn't know that," and as I say it I feel flooded with bitterness at all the things Ingrid kept secret… — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
I want to tell you about everything but I can't because I couldn't stand for you to have that look on your face all… — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“We all want to be feel something, we want to be someone to one another.” — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“I sleep through the next day. Each time I go to the bathroom, I try not to look in the mirror. Once, I catch… — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“Crushes are supposed to be fun, aren't they? They definitely aren't supposed to be so torturous.” — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“Maybe it doesn't matter, maybe if we all force ourselves to act like we're okay even if we're not, eventually things will get better.” — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“That's what friends do: they notice things. They're there for each other. They see what parents don't.” — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“I don't want to hurt you or anybody so please forget about me. Just try. Find yourself a better friend.” — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
“I don't know if any of this would have happened if we had been at home... Would we have crammed ourselves into the bathroom… — Nina LaCour Copy Share Image
