“HELLO, my name is your potential. But you can call me impossible. I am the missed opportunities. I am the expectations you will never fulfil. I am always taunting you, regardless of how hard you try, how hard you hope.”

“HELLO, my name is your potential. But you can call me impossible. I am the missed opportunities. I am the expectations you will never fulfil. I am always taunting you, regardless of how hard you try, how hard you hope.”

“It's hard to know what to say sometimes, when someone does something so nice. It's hard to know where to look.”

“I do not have a split mind. I am not different people. I am myself, the same self I have always been, the one person I can never escape.”

“This is what labels do. They stick. If people think you're MAD, then everything you do, everything you think will have MAD stamped across it.”

“Hello, my name is your potential. But you can call me impossible. I am the missed opportunities. I am the expectations you will never fulfill. I am always taunting you, regardless of how hard you try, regardless of how much you hope.”

“But sometimes all the stars in the entire universe conspire to make something good happen.”

“We place memories on pieces of paper to know they will always exist.”

“I said that my mother is mad. I said that. But you might not see it. I mean, you might not think that anything I've told you proves she is mad. But there are different kinds of madness. Some madness doesn't act mad to begin with, sometimes it will knock politely at the door, and when you let it in, it'll simply sit in the corner without a fuss - and grow. Then one day, maybe many months after your decision to take your son out of school and isolate him in a house for reasons that got lost in your grief, one day that madness will stir in the chair, and it will say to him, 'You look pale.”

“This is what labels do. They stick. If people think you're MAD, then everything you do, everything you think, will have MAD stamped across it.”

“We are selfish, my illness and I. We think only of ourselves. We shape the world around us into messages, into secret whispers spoken only for us.”

“I guess there's a Use By date when it comes to blaming your parents for how messed up you are.I guess that's what turning eighteen means.Time to own it.”