There is nothing special about falling in love. This is habit, this is routine, this is a learned natural ability.

Sometimes I feel ashamed and stupid for all the times I laughed at teenage love and now look at me. I'm a glowing example. I am the demonstration. I am the diagram and charts. I'm all the sappy words and sugary feelings and there's no diffrence. None. And evreyone I ridiculed is throwing tomatoes at me! Sometimes the boys and girls walking down the hall together holding hands or making out against a locker make me want to scream. But I can't because I am just as bad as them.

They're a creature of habit and routine; they like things the same everyday . I gradually have to adjust their schedule for that one hour difference .

I think the only necessary conclusion is that we are too beautiful, because being not beautiful at all just doesn't make sense.

No one cares. Apathy is a disease and some days I long for it.

Chemistry makes me hate myself. I think there is something wrong in letting a child live fourteen or fifteen years believing that everything is so easy and that she'll never really have to try at anything 'cause she's so naturally talented.