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.

I didn't want to make the same mistake my parents made. I didn't want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever.

It feels strange to have spent much time wishing for something, for someone and then one day, suddenly, to just stop.

I loved the feeling of talking and having somebody really listen to what I have to say. It was like a high or something.

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

If love is like a possession, maybe my letters are like my exorcisms.

Best friends are important. They're the closest thing to a sister you'll ever have.