Sometimes being me is very confusing.

Cute" is one of those words people use when they know you're smart enough to realize "you've got so much personality" means "you're ugly.

I don't eat bread.' Is she pouting? It's hard to tell. She's had a lot of chemicals injected into her face.

Okay, I guess you can come in." "Um, Hannah, you have to, you know, open the front door so I can actually come in." "I thought you were going to - you're standing under my window. Aren't you supposed to climb up here or something?" "My ladder's at home. Also, you call throwing rocks at your window clichéd?

He looks trapped, helpless and furious, and that’s a feeling I know too well. Know how much it hurts. Know how it holds you down, how every day there are a thousand little ways to see there is nothing you can do to change who or what you are.

I'd forgotten how much feelings hurt.

Because I-I'm someone who wants to kiss you. Be with you." Eli says as if it is obvious, as if I know what is written on his heart.