for once, you believed in yourself. you believed you were beautiful and so did the rest of the world.

With my mom, when someone was gone, they were gone. She didn't waste another minute thinking about them, and neither should you.

You can't act like you care about someone but not let them care about you.

It wasn't like I was some expert on the meaning of being supportive. Was it being loyal even against your better judgement? Or, like Olivia, was it making your displeasure known from the start, even when someone didn't want to hear it?

No relationship is perfect, ever. There are always some ways you have to bend, to compromise, to give something up in order to gain something greater.

You're not supposed to have it all figured out in high school. If you knew it all, and it was the best, it's all downhill from there.

one word could change the whole world