Skye Miller: I can't keep pretending like I'm okay, like I don't need to work to get well, like it's everyone's fault but mine. I wanna live a better life than that.
Clay Jensen: You're gonna forget me.
Skye Miller: Oh, my God, I never could.
Clay Jensen: I'm just gonna be this one guy you knew one time.
Skye Miller: I can let you go and still love you. I'll always love you.
Clay Jensen: I'm gonna miss you.
Skye Miller: I'm gonna miss you, too. You're a good person, Clay. And you can help people. Just maybe not how you think they need to be helped.
Clay Jensen: Look, are they sure it's bipolar? It feels like kind of a blurry line between someone being manic and also just, you know, being in a really good mood.
Skye Miller: Clay, I tried to jerk you off in front of your parents. I mean, that wasn't just a "good mood."
Clay Jensen: Yeah. Yeah, point taken. That was pretty f*cked up. But the meds and everything... What if that all, like, changes you?
Skye Miller: I hope it does. Look, the person that I was, it wasn't really working for me. Like, the good moods, they could be amazing, but... I was like... dancing on the edge of a really high cliff and the fall was just really f*cking hard and far.
Clay Jensen: You told me cutting didn't mean you wanted to die.
Skye Miller: I don't wanna die. I told you that and you don't understand.
Clay Jensen: Then help me.
Skye Miller: I can't. Because I don't understand it either. It's like I have all of these feelings, and I can't control them, like I'm a visitor in my own mind. And if I don't catch my breath, I'll burn up and blow away. And I know you wanna save me from that, and I love you for it, but you can't.