Alice Oseman

Sometimes I hate people. This is probably very bad for my mental health.

Tori,” says Becky, “you look a little bit like you want to kill yourself.

Gray is the theme, which is fitting for such a dull place.

Sometimes I hate people. This is probably very bad for my mental health.

Sometimes I like to fill my days with little things that other people don’t care about. It makes me feel like I’m doing something important, mainly because no one else is doing it.

I can’t think of anything to say because that is what my answer would be, really. Nothing. I am a vacuum. I am void. I am nothing.

I hate the phone. It is the worst invention in the history of the world, because if you don’t talk, nothing happens.

I hate the phone. It is the worst invention in the history of the world, because if you don’t talk, nothing happens. You can’t get by with simply listening and nodding your head in all the right places. You have to talk. You have no option. It takes away my freedom of nonspeech.

I actually think that a lot of people are very beautiful, and maybe even more beautiful when they are not aware of it themselves.

“There’s a time and a place for being normal. For most people, normal is a default. But for some, like you and me, normal is something we have to bring out, like putting on a suit for a posh dinner.”