“I happen to find ceilings much lovelier than the night sky myself. Sometimes I just stare at them for hours and wonder what could be up there.”

“Each night I lie awake and stare up at the stars and think, what the hell happened to my ceiling.”

“Sometimes I find myself sitting in one spot for hours, staring at nothing, thinking of nothing, feeling nothing, and most disturbingly, caring about nothing.”

“I just stared after him, wondering what in the hell crawled up his butt. Then I ogled his rude butt and thought, “nice ass” but shook myself and remembered that he needed a swift kick there not an appreciative stare..”

“Sometimes I wanted to dance and laugh with my friends until midnight, and sometimes I wanted to screen all calls and hide away with a tragic novel and a bag of candy. Sometimes I spend an hour trying to pretty myself up, and sometimes I could barely be bothered to comb the knots out of my hair before I left the house.Sometimes I wanted to know what it felt like to tell a boy all my secrets. Other times, that seemed as impossible as waking up one morning to find myself fluent in a foreign language.Sometimes I felt better alone that I did with people. And sometimes that just felt lonely.”

“Sometimes I write just to find out what happens next.”