Theres nothing like reading about a world that feels dead to throw your own beautiful, colorful life into sharp relief.

I wonder if I will ever have the strength to hold onto something. Or if I will always be someone who destroys.

I realize now how much courage it takes to choose the life you want, whatever that might be.

It is strange how we hold on to the pieces of the past while we wait for our futures.

Is falling in love with someone's story the same thing as falling in love with the person himself?

Reading the situation correctly is part of getting through it safely.

Teens find out a lot from other teens.