These teenager looks aren't going to last forever, and that there are much better foundation to build a life upon than how attractive you are.

My face seems too square and my eyes too big, like I'm perpetually surprised, but there's nothing wrong with me that I can fix.

Because it is senior year I have begun to see things as potential absences. The things I love will become the things I'll miss.

I wake up feverish, sore, uncomfortable. Is it sickness or is it heartbreak? I can't tell. The thermometer says I'm normal, but I'm clearly not.

When distractions are manifold, it's best to remember what you are supposed to be doing.

The words that matter always stay.

I am jealous of anyone who can make other people care so much.