But just because you bury something, that doesn't mean it stops existing. Those feelings, they'd been there all along. All that time. I had to face it.

Happiness is a Slurpee and a hot pink straw.

Everything in my room was old and faded, but I loved that about it. It felt like there might be secrets in the walls, in the four-poster bed, especially in that music box.

I release you. I evict you from my heart. Because if I don't do it now, I never will.

When it's finals week and you've been studying for five hours straight, you need three things to get you through the nigh.The biggest Slurpee you can find,half cherry half Coke.Pajama pants, the kind that have been washed so many times they are tissue-paper thin. And finally,dace breaks.Lots of dance breaks.

Sometimes questions can be more cruel than insults.

We stood there, looking at each other, saying nothing. But it was the kind of nothing that meant everything.