Love is illogical, love had consequences--I did this to myself, and I should be able to take it.

I started writing seriously when I was a teenager, around 14 years old.

Sometimes, the sun sets earlier. Days don’t last forever, you know. But I’ll fight as hard as I can. I can promise you that.

Then I realize from the hollow sound of her gun's click that her gun isn't loaded. Apparently she just wants to slap me around with it.

Without emotion, what's the point of being human?

It feels like it's the end of the world if you don't do well on your SATs.

Hi," he says. "I'm Daniel." "Hi," I reply. "I'm June.