On visions – They feel like electroshock therapy without the satisfying afterburn
On her Parents romantic moments – You guys are making me nauseous, and not in a good way.
On the potential of attempted murder charges – It makes me feel terrible, everyone would know I failed to get the job done.
On eight schools in four years – they haven’t built one strong enough to hold me.
On social media – soul sucking void of meaningless affirmation
On roommates blog – I read serial killer diaries with better punctuation.
On regular coffee – its for people who hate themselves and their lives have no real meaning.
On Attention – I act like I don’t care if people dislike me, but I secretly enjoy it
On being kidnapped – It is amateurs like you who give kidnapping a bad name
On being called a girl scout – I can eat girl scouts for breakfast. Actually, I Got an uncle who went to prison because of that.
While in a morgue freezer – Five more minutes I was just getting comfortable.
On quality time spent with her father – I have been playing Russian rulletee with him since I was eight.
On communication in general – In case you are wondering I don’t hold seances very often, I can barely tolerate the living, why would I want to communicate with the dead.
On Birthdays – Every day is about me, this one just comes with cake and a bad song.
On Truces – I don’t bury hatchets, I sharpen them.
On Mary Shelley – She’s both my literary hero and nemesis.
On compassion – I don’t need your help nor your pity. I already got a mother and a therapist, that is torture enough.
On Funerals – I love funerals, I been crashing them since I was old enough to read the obituary section.
On Watching Legally Blonde – That was torture… Thank you.