I'm so excited that my stomach is in a jiggle-jaggle of nerves. There they go again. Jiggle. Jaggle. I'm a mess.

Happiness is not limited. There’s enough for everyone.

School would be way more tolerable if everyone wasn’t so afraid to be who they really are. And if everyone else would let them.

When your heart is shattered into a million pieces, all you can do is try to keep holding on. You breathe. You try to fall asleep. You try to not think about him.

I'm thinking that it might actually be possible for things to work out sometimes. Definitely not everything and maybe not the way you imagined. But sometimes, when you least expected it, life surprises you.

Standing in the line at the food court, I try to be myself. But I forget how I usually stand when I'm myself.

It’s interesting how something that comes so easily to one person can be so impossible for someone else.