School used to be an escape. Now it's just another place with too much pressure, too much confrontation, & so not enough joy.

With you, I am Eve. And you are my beautiful Adam. Let's run away, find our garden, live there together, happy. Naked.

In control. Out of control. Sometimes they're the same thing. The trick is knowing that, realizing it's okay to feel out of control once in a while, as long as you're sure you can regain the upper hand when you absolutely need to.

The more I think about it, the more I believe there has to be a subtle yet satisfying method of revenge.

...life is all about chances. You might be safer not taking any. But playing it totally safe means you're only existing. Not living. I want to live.

Don't make me laugh, I'd much rather cry.

You'll only find happy endings in books. Some books.