I am here because of love.

The boy I just kissed is talking to my father. The boy I want to kiss again is waiting for my mother to serve pancakes. I must fight the urge to freak.

Without you I wouldn't have been able to contain the hate. I would have used it against myself. You're the one who helped me control it. My mind spun out to other things. But it always came back to you.

This is the trap of having something to live for: Everything else seems lifeless.

He was my first boyfriend, and I made him my everything - he was my new life, my new love, my new compass point. I guess that's the danger with firsts - you lose all sense of proportion.

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

I never felt the urge to jump off a bridge, but there are times I have wanted to jump out of my life, out of my skin.