No rash decisions. No big commitments. Each day as it comes.

The phone rings. “Asshole,” she mutters. She picks it up. “Will you let me explain?” “No.” She hangs up.

If you want to touch me, Kendall, touch me. Don't hide behind those little girl slaps.

Once you read something, you can't erase it from your brain.

That was the goth stage, where I decided I'd never get the girl of my dreams because of my scars. Not to mention my hairstyle. (pause) But then she slammed a door handle into my gut. And when a girl does that to a boy, it means she likes him.

A trapped soul waits for redemption. It waits. And waits. For her to take her last breath.

With the notebook resting ominuslously on Janie's bed, Janie procrastinates. Does her homework first. And pours herself a bowl of ceral. Breakfast - one of the five most important meals of the day. Not to be skipped.