And The Price For Being A Homo-hater

When You Are In Your Teenage Years You Are Consciously Experiencing Everything For The First Time, So Adolescent Stories Are All Beginnings. There Are Never Any Endings.

I Will Not Compromise On Language Or Content. At 15, People Can Handle The Same Language As Me, They're Just As Complicated As Me And Are Very Interested In Thinking About Important Questions For The First Time.

How Do I Think Of You? As Someone I Want To Be With. As Someone As Young As Me, But "older," If That Makes Sense. As Someone I Like To Look At, Not Just Because You're Good To Look At, But Because Just Looking At You Makes Me Smile And Feel Happier. As Someone Who Knows Her Mind And Who I Envy For That. As Someone Who Is Strong In Herself Without Seeming To Need Anyone Else To Help Her. As Someone Who Makes Me Thinks And Unsettles Me In A Way That Makes Me Feel More Alive.

You Become A Reader By Reading The Literature, Not By Reading The Handbooks About It.

Love, Being In Love, Isn’t A Constant Thing. It Doesn’t Always Flow At The Same Strength. It’s Not Always Like A River In Flood. It’s More Like The Sea. It Has Tides, It Ebbs And Flows. The Thing Is, When Love Is Real, Whether It’s Ebbing Or Flowing, It’s Always There, It Never Goes Away. And That’s The Only Proof You Can Have That It Is Real, And Not Just A Crush Or An Infatuation Or A Passing Fancy