Do you ever feel as if everything surrounding you is in slow motion, moving through tar? There you are - and there's the world. You're outside staring in the window, observing reality happen, but you don't exist in it. You just watch, and watch. That's how I feel, like the dead butterfly staring back at you through the glass.

I really liked him and when you really like someone, not everything is simple to understand.

You can try and stop boys all you want, but in this world they all have a mind of their own and act on it. We girls can't afford that.

Sometimes you have to stuff certain memories so far in your back pocket that you forget they exist. And nothing that happens will cause you to pull it out. It's the only way I can keep my head on straight.