I feel so selfish, because I want the best of both worlds. I want to keep the image I've worked so hard to create.

I'm the one who got hit by that car, not you,' I tell him. 'Don't act like you're the victim here. You made choices I didn't ask you to make. I'm not sure anyone asked you to make them.' I'm screaming the words, not caring that the entire world can probably hear me. 'You think I like limping everywhere I go? I don't. I'm the victim! Be honest with me! You didn't care about me enough to trust me. I gave you my heart, but it wasn't enough.

You're where I want to be.

It's the music that pulls me in and makes me forget about my problems at home. Music is my drug, the one thing that makes me numb.

Trust me, he whispers against my lips. Maggie, you're my paradise.

Who am I kidding? I have no reason for being here other that the fact that I want to be near her.

I like that girl more that I can remember likin’ anything in my life. I’m not about to give her up. I’ll start carin’ what people think when I am six feet under.