"You know," I sighed, glancing at my feet. "If you knew anything, you'd understand that the biggest problem with me isn't that I have depression or that I'm ungrateful or even that I just hate life. It's not that I'm crazy, or stupid, or just damn ignorant. I just never listen. To anyone, really. My skull is made of eleven layers of lead that can barely be penetrated by a bullet. Nothing seems to make sense to me simply because I can't make sense of that. And, I guess I'm sorry I have no idea what's going on anymore. But I don't know what I'm talking about, really. Maybe you are right. I'm just some stupid, crazy, ignorant, depressed girl who hates life."

"paradox"