This is what you do now to give your day topography--scan the boxes, read the news, see the chain of your friends reporting about themselves, take the 140-character expository bursts and sift through for the information you need. It's a highly deceptive world, one that constantly asks you to comment but doesn't really care what you have to say. The illusion of participation can sometimes lead to participation. But more often than not, it only leads to more illusion, dressed in the guise of reality.

School is school-she wants it to be over, but she's afraid of it being over, because then she'll have to figure out what comes next.

How sad it must be for you to be nothing more than a hollow statue, to have your tomb preserved and your story forgotten.

iv. who was it who invented size zero? who was it who promised that if you got to a certain point you would no longer be?

I see no sin in a kiss. I only see sin in the condemnation

Every day I am someone else. I am myself-I know I am myself-but I am also someone else. It has always been like this.

I’ve found that people tend to trust other people who dress like them.