How weird that must be, to stay the same as everyone else changes.

Says the girl with no thyme.

All the bitchy girls in the world are just a training ground for what men can do to you.

I reached up with my finger and traced the scar over my eyebrow, remembering when that was the greatest hurt I'd ever known.

So this had been all I wanted, a boy who understood how I felt. Now, though, I sometimes wished for more.

I hated high school. I was not the greatest student, participated in no activities, and spent most of my time hanging out in my parking lot.

Conciseness is underrated