I was sixteen and equipped with the appropriate genitalia, so I cleared that hurdle nicely.

Everyone tried with me. And everytime, it felt like the whole point of life was to see if trying was ever enough.

But I still has enough longing for that concept that I didn't want to dispel it completely. Meaning: I didn't want to tell Lily that I felt we'd all been duped by Plato and the idea of a soul mate. Just in case it turned out that she was mine.

I am like the fish in the aquarium, thinking in a different language, adapting to a life that’s not my natural habitat. I am the people in the other cars, each with his or her own story, but passing too quickly to be noticed or understood.

I know the odds are all against me and I know you might not feel this way too but I know I would rather die trying to know if I could mean something to you

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.

The older I get, the more I lose my ability to breathe.