I know it makes sense for me and him to just break up now and just live our seperate lives and not have to worry about missing each other all the time. But when I think about that, I get sick. Physically sick. Like I seriously throw up. I need to be with him, even if I can’t, like, be with him.

Even with the best intentions, growing apart might just be an inevitable part of growing up.

It's so much easier to convince yourself you're madly in love with someone when you know nothing about him.

I can let my true self shine in front of God.

I never understood the point of being sad when I could choose to be happy

Hornergy' is Zen's term for the indomitable athletic edge powered by sexual restraint. The basketball, baseball and football teams haven't had a winning season in years. The table-tennis team, however, is undefeated.

That's what all love comes down to, doesn't it? We help others only as much as they let us.