When you're alone, it's easier," she said a little wistfully. "You can do what you want. You don't have to go home.

- I don't want to be a writer so I can write about my life. I want to be a writer to escape from it. + Then you shouldn't be a writer.

And if you were always spending your time getting over your past, how were you supposed to get on with your future?

A guy who is crazily, madly in love with you. A guy who sees how incredible and amazing you are, even though you’re not the cheerleader or even close to the prettiest girl in the school. A guy who thinks you’re beautiful, just the way you are.

It's always the people who don't want things who get them.

He leans over and kisses me. And suddenly, my life splits in two: before and after.

She didn't want to have anything to do with the party. She was tired of feeling like she didn't fit in, but she didn't want to go home, either, because she was a tired of being lonely and she was a little drunk.