Stephanie Perkins

I didn't know it was possible to simultaneously hate and ache for someone.

..the thing about depression. When I feel it deeply, I don__ want to let it go. Itbecomes a comfort. I want to cloak myself under its heavy weight and breathe it into my lungs. I wantto nurture it, grow it, cultivate it. It__ mine. I want to check out with it, drift asleep wrapped in itsarms and not wake up for a long, long time.

It's become impossible to deny he means something to me.

Yes, St. Claire. I like you. But I can't say it aloud, because he's my friend. And friends don't let other friends make drunken declarations and expect them to act upon them the next day