I gave you my heart, but it wasn’t enough.
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.
I read that goldfish have a memory of five seconds. I envy them. My memory of Alex, my love for him, will last my lifetime.
It’s not stupid. I guess havin’ hope is better that givin’ up and thinking life will such forever.
I shake my head. White people. “It’s.
Kendra’s kisses are more hollow to me than a flute.
But now he stops hammering, his back still to me when he yells, “Would you stop staring at me?
Senior year for me is like a retirement party for a sixty-five-year-old. You know you can do more, but everyone expects you to quit.
She’s freaking out. If she cries, I won’t know what to do. I’m not used to crying chicks. I don’t think Carmen cried once during our entire relationship. In fact, I’m not sure Carmen has tear ducts.