Cammie McGovern

Dear Matthew-There's one more thing I didn't get to tell you that night in my bedroom. Here it is: I love you. I'm in love with you. I have been for a long time. This might seem like a strange thing for me to say given the fact we aren't speaking to each other. But I've decided that it's possible to love someone for entirely selfless reasons, for all of their flaws and weaknesses, and still not succeed in having them love you back. It's sad perhaps, but not tragic, unless you dwell forever in the pursuit of their elusive affections.

Oh God, this is my fantasy! Where those just-friend boys suddenly realize they lov

I've decided that it's possible to love someone for entirely selfless reasons, for all of their flaws and weaknesses, and still not succeed in having them love you back. It's sad, perhaps, but not tragic, unless you dwell forever in the pursuit of their elusive affections.

This is what we do, my mother's life said. We find ourselves in the sacrifices we make.

Scratch a female inmate, I've discovered, and you'll usually find a girl whose mother had terrible taste in men.

Let's don't wait forever for our lives to start. Let's begin them ourselves. Let's be fearless for once and say, we can do this.

This feeling will pass. The fear is real but the danger is not.

Stains were a patchwork of mistakes you couldn't get rid of. They showed the world your real self, even the parts you didn't want it to see.

According to Sarah, who had gone two years ago, prom was famous for being an overpriced disappointment where most people had no fun.