Boys turns girls into such idiots.

Life isn't about what you get, it's about what you DO with what you get.

I pull back, gasping for breath. Reeling. His breath is ragged, and I place my hands on his cheeks to steady him. "Is this okay?" I whisper. "Are you okay?" His reply is anguished. Honest. "I love you."

Everyone makes mistakes. The important thing is to not make the same mistake twice.

I wish friends held hands more often, like the children I see on the streets sometimes. I'm not sure why we have to grow up and get embarrassed about it.

I am hard on myself. But isn't it better to be honest about these things before someone else can use them against you? Before someone else can break your heart? Isn't it better to break it yourself?

I'm saying I'm in love with you! I've been in love with you this whole bleeding year!