I mean, what if love isn't a yes-or-no question? It's not either you're in love or you're not. I mean, aren't there different levels? And maybe these things, like words and expectations and whatever, don't go on top of the love. Maybe it's like a map, and they all have their own place, and then when you see it from the sky - whoa.

But if I didn’t want to be alone, then why didn’t I want to be with anyone else?

Which is more stubborn, the love or the two arguing people caught within it?

Game over," you say, and I don't know which I take more exception to-- the fact that you say its over, or the fact that you say it's a game.

teenagers are never joking. when seeking to prove a point, principals and teachers should remember that teenagers are never, ever sarcasic or ironic. if they say "I wish someone would drop a bomb on this school right now," that means they have arranged for a nuclear arsenal to be emptied onto the school and should be immediately suspended and ridiculed. if they say they were merely coming up with a joking excuse to postpone a bio test, reply that all jokes are funny, and that since dropping a bomb on a school is not funny, it is therefore not a joke.

I am breathing. In dreams, we never bother to breathe.

But I want to feel like life matters. I had something real with you, but then the realness scared me. I decided to go for other things instead.