If you can't share with your friends, who can you share with?

From the moment I told her about my dad, it was as if her whole body sighed in relief. As if someone else’s misery comforted her, made her feel as if she wasn’t alone.

Something is happening. I sense a change in the wind…a mutual understanding of each other. I haven’t felt this way in forever.

The percentage of couples who stay together after high school is, like, less than five percent, you guys.

Our lie is like a cancer that's spread to every single area of our lives.

Paco Fuentes, " Mrs. Peterson says, pointing to the table behind Mary. The handsome young man with pale blue eyes like his mother's and smoky black hair like his father's takes his assigned seat.

- Just do you know, Lenny this isn't a date. - Then what is it? - It's me falling sorry for you, because you're such a loser.