Love is a kind of killing, Addy," she says. "Don't you know that?

The drone in my ear, it’s like the tornado drill in elementary school, the hand-cranked siren that rang mercilessly, all of us hunched over on ourselves, facing the basement walls, heads tucked into our chests. Beth and me wedged tight, jeaned legs pressed against each other. The sounds of our own breathing. Before we all stopped believing a tornado, or anything, could touch us, ever

Girls will get together just to get together. Guys need an activity as an excuse. Otherwise it’s too homo for them to handle.

now I'm told that this is life, that pain is just a simple comprimise so we can get what we want out of it. Would someone care to classify a broken heart and some twisted minds so I can find someone to rely on?

I can never think of you as a friend. You can do without a friend.

I'm not trouble at all. I'm just a guy trying to get a girl to give him the time of day. I'm like every song on the radio.