See, my idea of cute comes with an IQ requirement. It’s geeky cute. It’s Rivers Cuomo, not Justin Timberlake. It’s Gideon Yago, not Brian Mcfayden. Jimmy Fallon, yes please! Brad Pitt, no thank you.

It’s just Jessica and Marcus, oxymoronically alone together.

I love when I reach Marcus on the phone and as he says hello, I can hear the music he’s listening to in the background. That music is the sound of him without me. How he surrounds himself when I’m not there, which is almost all the time.

It’s so much easier to convince yourself you’re madly in love with someone when you know nothing about him.

Gone for a while Hoping, always, to return If you will let me.

I knew, deep down, that love, though a beautiful beginning, isn’t enough. It’s the practice of honoring and caring for another that’s noble, not the emotion of love itself. The emotion is the easy part.

All subjects are the same. I memorize notes for a test, spew it, ace it, then forget it. What makes this scary for the future of our country is that I’m in the tip-top percentile on every standardized test. I’m a model student with a very crappy attitude about learning.

You gotta take chances in this life or you’re already dead.

The higher my GPA gets the more I realize high school is useless.

I hate the very human inclination towards insensitivity.