Otherwise I'll fall apart. I'm going to fall apart. I am falling apart.

Even though I'm surrounded by pupils, there is the invisible screen screen between us, and behind the glass wall I am screaming - screaming in my own silence, screaming to be noticed, to be befriended, to be liked.

But I don't want to be fine, not if it means she's going to let go of my hand; not if it means we're going to go back to being polite strangers.

It's horrible being ashamed of someone you care about; it eats away at you. And if you let it get to you, if you give up the fight and surrender, eventually that shame turns to hate.

He will think Lochan wasn't loved, but he was, more deeply than most people are in a lifetime.

It's always nice being wanted. Even if it's by the wrong person.

He is my soul mate, my fresh air, the reason I look forward to getting up every morning.