I’m not better, okay?! I’m not better! And I keep waiting for someone to figure that out and they don’t! I mean, of course, they don’t ‘cause as long as I say the right thing and I act the right way, they’re happy because that means that they cured me, right?
We accept the fact we had to sacrifice our time in this hospital for whatever it is we have but we think you’re crazy to make us write an essay telling you who we think we are. You see us as you want to see us. In the simplest terms and most convenient definitions. But what we found out is that each one of us is a mean girl, and a girl next floor, and a player, a new guy and a rebel. Does that answer your question? Sincerely yours, The Red Band Society.
There are two kinds of people in this world: hopeless romantics and realists. A realist just sees that face and packs it in with every other pretty girl they’ve ever seen before. The hopeless romantic becomes convinced that God put them on Earth to be with that one person. But there is no God and life is only as meaningful as you fool yourself into thinking it is.