What did she see in me? What does she see that I don't?

Our eyes met across the crowded room, like in the movies, except we didn't share a knowing smile and race into each other's arms. Instead I fell into the trash can.

Who becomes you? No one. No one should become me. When I die, I don't want my body or soul inhabited. I wouldn't wish me on anyone.

I'd decided to write him and tell him to leave me alone. Please, in a nice way, go away, I really can't deal with you.

Girls scare me more than boys. Boys are cruel. Girls are mean.

The sad truth is, they should never trust me.

It was all about hate. There should be laws. We're there laws? Can you legislate against hatred?