“Who am I supposed to be again? Just be yourself. But who am I?”

“Meanwhile I'll probably see him again. That's how sick I am.”

“I wouldn't be in shallow relationships, so I do nothing. I have no sex and no romance. Who needs it.? Who needs all these potential problems like disease and pregnancy.? I have no problems. No fear of disease, psychopaths, or stalkers. Why not just be with your friends and have real conversations and a good time.?”

“A guy who is crazily, madly in love with you. A guy who sees how incredible and amazing you are, even though you’re not the cheerleader or even close to the prettiest girl in the school. A guy who thinks you’re beautiful, just the way you are.”

“Your moustache,” I continue. “It’s kind of like me wanting to be a writer. It’s part of me. I don’t know who I’d be if I didn’t want to be a writer.”

“I don't know. There are so many beautiful girls around, that after a while you start looking for someone, who can make you laugh.”

“You have to let go of who you were to become who you will be.”