Teens in the '90s had the same basic desires as they do now.

They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel.

But I do know which is the least popular. The truth.

You can't go back to how things were. How you thought they were. All you really have is...now.

We all know the sound a camera makes when it snaps a picture. Even some of the digitals do it for nostalgia’s sake.

How can you call it love when it hurt you so badly?" "It was love because it was worth it.

I could picture life—school and everything else—continuing on without me. But I could not picture my funeral. Not at all. Mostly because I couldn’t imagine who would attend or what they would say.