You know what happens to girls who loves lost boys? They become lost themselves.

I never understood why anyone would have sex on the floor. Until I was with you and I realized: you don't realize you're on the floor.

Honestly, I'm just trying to live day to day

Dash is for sure straight!" Boomer announced. "He has a super-pretty ex-girlfriend named Sofia, who I think he still has a thing for, and also, in seventh grade, there was a game of spin the bottle and it was my turn and I spun and it landed at Dash, but he wouldn't let me kiss him.

You never get involved in the people's lives? The ones you're inhabiting?" I shake my head. "You try to leave the lives the way you found them." "Yeah." "But what about Justin? What made that so different?" "You," I say.

I am a drifter, and as lonely as that can be, it is also remarkably freeing. I will never define myself in terms of anyone else.

If there wasn't a word for it, would we realize our masochism as much?