But as i lay there, it only seemes like silence filling my ears. And the thing was, it was so freaking loud.

As Isabel acted out her date, both of them laughing, I stayed in the kitchen, out of sight, and pretended she was telling me, too. And that, for once, I was part of this hidden language of laughter and silliness and girls that was, somehow, friendship.

If you expect the worst, you'll never be disappointed.

It was such a weird thing how a breakup stretched much wider than you expected. You didn't just lose a person, but their entire world as well.

It was like when you ripped a piece of paper into two: no matter how you tried, the seams never fit exactly right again.

nothing is guaranteed.... So don't be afraid. Be alive.

I always say that teenagers are the first to know if you're pandering to them.