Fate has a strange way of making plans.

me: you know what sucks about love? o.w.g.: what? me: that it's so tied to the truth.

I hope that George doesn't internalize her scare tactics. I want to argue with her, tell her that "sins of the flesh" is just a control mechanism -- if you demonize a person's pleasure, then you can control his or her life. I can't say how many times this tool has been wielded against me, in a variety of forms. But I see no sin in a kiss. I only see sin in the condemnation.

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

Life goes on. Get over it. You're still young. It'll get better. Blah, Blah, Blah

I don't get this at all. It's like protesting the fact that some people are red-haired.

Do you know when you cross against traffic? You look down the street and see a car coming, but you know you can get across before it gets to you. So even though there’s a DON’T WALK sign, you cross anyway. And there’s always a split second when you turn and see that car coming, and you know that if you don’t continue moving, it will all be over. That’s how I feel a lot of the time. I know I’ll make it across. I always make it across. But the car is always there, and I always stop to watch it coming.