Is anyone human actually normal? I'm beginning to think being normal is actually abnormal.

It's pure instinct that makes me rebel every time someone tries to control my life and hand out more rules.

Since you came back from summer break, our entire relationship is about fooling around. We never talk anymore, and I'm sick of feeling guilty for not ripping my clothes off and spreading my legs to prove I love you.

I want to live life on my own terms.

I don't want to always be 'the best I can be.' I just want to be me.

He has no clue that I have the patience of a saint. At least that's what Carlos says, although that isn't saying much, considering his fuse is about as short as an eyelash.

You can run from some problems, but then you get caught up in others.