Because I want to have sex with him--and because that's sinful--I'm blushing and flushing furiously under his scrutinizing scrutiny.

The laws governed people’s happiness. To be lawless was to be happy.

I didn’t know if I should put my faith in God or Satan. Was there really a difference at the end of the day, when we were all going to be dead souls anyway?

Then he gave me a sweet kiss as if I was his one and only lover.

The human body is the best work of art.

Boys don’t cry—or at least that’s what everybody’s supposed to believe.

The words marriage and divorce were always used together, like they went hand in hand together.

A fit, healthy body—that is the best fashion statement

It reached a point where the paranoia was getting to me. Everywhere I looked, it seemed like people were hanging out, wanting to date, hooking up, wanting to hook up—it was relationships, relationships, relationships everywhere. Guys checking out girls, girls checking out guys. Dudes checking out dudes, chicks checking out chicks. Fuck! That’s what being a teenager was all about.

Drug addicts had their drugs. Alcoholics had their bottles. Serial killers had their murders.