“ I thought of all the summer evenings I'd spent sitting in the chairs under the trees beside the trailer, reading books that helped me escape Creek View, at least for a little while. Magical kingdoms,… Heather Demetrios
“ I'm not Bonnie™ or Chloe. I'm the essence of her, the nontrademarked person the camera can never capture and my parents have no right to sign over. There is a sovereign nation encased in this skin tha… Heather Demetrios
“ Even Mom doesn't understand how being in front of a camera all the time twists and warps you. How one second it makes you feel unbelievably alive and the next publicly strips you down until all that's… Heather Demetrios
“ The past is past. You tried to kill yourself. So what? I humped a couch in season twelve. We all have our skeletons. Heather Demetrios
“ If my sister were a character in a Victorian drama, she would be the snobbish rich girl with a penchant for talking shit about everyone behind their fan. Heather Demetrios
“ You can't screw up your own suicide and then expect the universe to give you presents wrapped in the skin of a wonderful boy. That's just not the way it works. Heather Demetrios
“ He looks like the kind of boy who would jump trains, strum guitars, and pass a joint. Heather Demetrios
“ Somehow, the pain and rage and confusion of the past eighteen years dissolves until all that is left is this one perfect moment; unscripted, unedited, it's ours and ours alone. Heather Demetrios
“ This night felt like a last hurrah, like we could blaze our brightest, at the apex of our insane adolescence. This was our Mardi Gras before the dark days of Lent. Heather Demetrios
“ This, I think, is a little glimpse of what life could be like without my family. Home could be a place of laughter and love, a refuge. I'm filled with a terrifying weightlessness, like I've jumped off… Heather Demetrios
“ I don't like seeing myself on camera." But that's not it--that sounds shallow, like I'm worried I'll look fat or something. "It's like somebody is walking on my grave. TV immortalizes you. The episode… Heather Demetrios
“ Hate is a lot like love. It's warm and fills you up until every part of you is tingling to release it. Heather Demetrios
“ You know those primitive tribal people who believed a camera could steal your soul? Turns out they were right. Heather Demetrios
“ After a lifetime of wanting to be loved, she didn't think she could bear it if it finally happened just before she was about to die. Heather Demetrios
“ My life was being planned in sentences that started with 'We' instead of 'I', yet it felt like the most natural transition in the world. Heather Demetrios
“ I'm the girl who's desperate to get out of her small town because if she doesn't she knows she'll die. She knows her soul will start to rot, like fruit gone bad. Heather Demetrios
“ Sometimes it was hard to breathe, knowing how small my world could be. Maybe in San Francisco it wouldn't feel like the universe was conspiring to keep me in a bubble. Heather Demetrios
“ My eyes roved over the walls covered with my collages and prints of famous paintings. Magritte, Kandinsky, Kahlo. My origami shapes hung from fishing wire, dangling over my bed. They shivered in the s… Heather Demetrios
