This is a door. You can close it and stay here, outside, by yourself, or you can walk through it and join them

And I could see her for what she was... Someone who wasn't invincible.. Someone who had flaws, and things she wanted.

Your friends will still be your friends, if they're good friends.

First of all, it's life. You don't win.

It was high school. Evil is kind of the name of the game.

I'm saying that it's a big decision. Your first love is important. It's part of your story The story you'll tell yourself, the one you'll tell about yourself, for the rest of your life.

Sometimes I wish it has been you.

I don't answer. I shut my eyes and hold my breath and hope whoever it is will think I'm not here and go home.

When you get everything you wanted, I think maybe you do have to be a little grateful for the people who got you there.. whether or not they thought they were doing you any favors at the time.