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

everyone in our school has afterschool activities. mine is going home.

As sisters, they probably have closer to 99 percent in common, but they’re not about to recognize that. They’d rather fight over what kind of pet they’re going to get … It’s an argument for its own sake.

I still don’t know if this is a good quality or a bad one, to be able to be in the moment and then step out of it.

So what do you have to confess now?" I don't know why I'm saying any of this, except that is the truth. "I'm confessing that I don't know if I'm ready for this." "What is 'this'?" "Being open. Being hurt. Liking. Not being liked. Seeing the flicker on. Seeing the flicker off. Leaping. Falling. Crashing.

I can flirt with the best of them, but only when it doesn't matter.

I measure the moment in the heartbeats I skip