Maggie squeezes my hand. It’s a silent message that everything will be okay. Somehow I believe her. In the end everything will be okay. But hurdles have to be jumped through first.
From the look of us, you’d never know we slept in the same bed last night and made out like the world was going to end if we stopped.
Running should be saved for the times when you’re being chased.
Who knew Lenny was an encyclopedia for useless information?
I don’t play games with people’s lives like you do.
Alex took a piece of my heart with him when he left.
Feelings can’t be a part of this game.
Outward appearances mean everything.
It’d be cool if God gave everyone a Do Over Day and you could yell “Do Over!” and the day would start new.
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.
Senior year is supposed to be a blast-easy and fun. So far it’s been anything but.
If you can’t share with your friends, who can you share with?
Oh, and just so you know, before we go out to the field we all get into a huddle and yell ‘Go Queers!’ really loud.
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.
I don’t want to point out her flaws, but if I see her going on a self-destructive path, isn’t it up to me as her friend to stop her?
Whether it’s right or wrong, fight for what you believe in.
Our lie is like a cancer that’s spread to every single area of our lives.
And right this second I want to live in ignorant bliss.
How funny it is that the most unlikely person sometimes becomes your ally.
I don’t want to end up like my mom. That’s my biggest fear in life.
Don’t let your life outside of school dictate your future.