Elizabeth Scott

Talking about someone who makes you happy actually makes you happy.

I__ always the one who doesn__ have a date, the one guys walk up to and say, __o, is your friend, you know, with someone?_ and I may not be the only girl without someone, but it feels like it sometimes. A lot of the time.

And you_ do you know what you are?___tupid?___eautiful,_ he says, his face turning red.

You know who you are you just have to believe it.

I knew from Brianna that being beautiful wasn__ all great. Brianna had changed in middle school. One day we were both seventh graders and the next, she was a supermodel who had a seventh grader for a best friend.

I didn__ want to see it. I didn__ think he__ ever really notice me, and in the end, he didn__.

I thought you were going to_ you__e standing under my window. Aren__ you supposed to climb up here or something?___y ladder__ at home.

And I know what people say about not listening to insults or how you should let stuff roll off you, but it__ not that easy.

I don__ think I could have picked a worse guy to be my soul mate.

Grace is my favourite church word. A state of being. Something you can pray for. Something God can grant. Something you can obtain. Perfection is out of reach. But grace -- grace you can reach for.

I wants us to be real. I want to be just you and me. - Ryan

I know who I want to be with, and it isn't her.- Ryan

The thing is, that world doesn't exist. All growing up means is that your realize no one will come along to fix things. No one will come along to save you.

Things end. People leave. And you know what? Life goes on. Besides, if bad things didn't happen, how would you be able to feel the good ones?

Wherever I go, I'll always see you. You'll always be with me. And there's no happy ending coming here, no way a story that started on a night that's burned into my heart will end the way I wish it could. You're really gone, no last words, and no matter how many letters I write to you, you're never going to reply. You're never going to say good-bye. So I will. Good-bye, Julia. Thank you for being my friend. Thank you for being you.

And in the end blood and tears are alike because they stop too.

She became a story, one I have mostly forgotten. One I can't end because she died a long time ago.

I thought living dead girls couldn't feel pain, thought I was emptied out but I'm not, I'm not.