Life is full of screwups. You're supposed to fail sometimes. It's a required part of the human existance.
Some things you don't have to tell. Some things, between sisters, are understood.
But it was okay not to fit in everywhere, as long as you did somewhere.
I always say that teenagers are the first to know if you're pandering to them.
There is never a time or place for true love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single flashing, throbbing moment.
So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.