Other than the voices in my head, I think I’m pretty normal.

All I did was offer to kill your dog, and the next thing I know I’m being judged.

Librarians are notorious snitches—don’t let anybody convince you otherwise.

I figured it is always better to be unpopular by your own choice.

Apparently I couldn’t even pretend to be normal.

Don't bite his face, Eleanor told herself. It's disturbing and needy and never happens in situation comedies or movies that end with big kisses.