I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.

I was grateful for cereal --- the only food that my tummy, riddled by pangs of infatuation, could handle.

At night, lying on your back and staring at the falling snow, it's easy to imagine oneself soaring through the stars.

Something about being rejected at Church Camp felt so much more awful than being rejected at school.

You're more than a story.

Which is scarier-- lust or temptation?

You have so many layers, that you can peel away a few, and everyone's so shocked or impressed that you're baring your soul, while to you it's nothing, because you know you've twenty more layers to go.