I'm the only one sitting alone, under the glowing neon sign which reads, "Complete and Total Loser, Not Quite Sane. Stay Away. Do Not Feed.

Gym should be illegal. It's humiliating.

I am almost a real girl the entire drive home. I went to a diner. I drank hot chocolate and ate french fries. Talked to a guy for a while. Laughed a couple of times. A little like ice-skating for the first time, wobbly, but I did it.

I am not going to think about it. It was ugly, but it’s over, and I’m not going to think about it.

Because I am still a little girl who believes in Santa and the tooth fairy and you.

It's easier to floss with barbed wire than admit you like someone in middle school.

Having a friend made everything else suck less.