Write the kind of story you would like to read. People will give you all sorts of advice about writing, but if you are not writing something you like, no one else will like it either.
The fact is, I love him. He’s the boy I want and one day he’ll be MINE.
Unrequited love is all right in books and things, but in real life, it completely sucks.
Being brave is when you have to do something because you know it is right, but at the same time, you are afraid to do it, because it might hurt or whatever. But you do it anyway.
Wait. Why am I thinking about Krispy Kremes? We’re supposed to be exercising.
And now Rocky is begging me to watch Dora the Explorer with him. I understand that millions of kids love Dora and have learned to read or whatever from her show. But I wouldn’t mind if Dora fell off a cliff and took her little pals with her.
You’re not a one hundred dollar bill, not everyone is going to like you.
Life’s not easy for unicorns, you know. We’re a dying breed.
The peace sign is with two fingers not one.
Someday you’re really going to have to describe to me in more detail what life is like on the planet you live on. Because it sounds really great, and I’d like to visit there one day.
If you love something, set it free. If it was meant to be, it will come back to you.
Lilly says I have an overactive imagination and a pathological need to invent drama in my life.
But really, the term “forgive and forget” doesn’t make sense to me. Forgiving does allow us to stop dwelling on an issue, which isn’t always healthy. But if we forget, we don’t learn from our mistakes. And that can be deadly.
I’m sorry, Heather, but everything was not just fine before I got here. You know how I know that? Because you’re dead. Okay? You are dead. Dead people don’t have lockers, or best friends, or boyfriends. You know why? Because they’re dead.-Suze Simon.
Whoa. If high school was suppose to be the best years of my life – at least so far – I was truly destined to have a sucky adulthood.
Bite me, Harry Potter.
Needless to say, the fact that he actually spoke to me at all practically caused me to pass out. And then the fact that he was actually saying something that sounded like it might be a prelude to asking me out – well, I nearly threw up. I mean it. I felt really sick, but in a good way.