“ 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
“ You know those primitive tribal people who believed a camera could steal your soul? Turns out they were right. 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
