And though the symptons of lovesickness may be many, they all share a single cause and single cure: you.

We are often so distracted by the internal war between what we want to do and what we have to do that we overlook what we need to do.

Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. And if I should die before I awake, I pray the popular attend my wake.

Talk is cheap. If it wasn't, people might not toss around 'I love you' like a marked-down phrase in a sales bin.

Sometimes it's the things that are all around us that are hardest to see, especially love.

We all want to be stars. The idea of being revered and envied must be encoded somewhere deep in our DNA. So must the desire to revere and envy others we imagine to be better, more accepted, and more popular than we are. The only problem is that the most necessary qualities required to be a celebrity -- self-absorption, egomania, shamelessness -- are the least attractive in a friend.

I never understood why you tried so hard to fit in, when you were obviously meant to stand out.