Quotes from Lauren Barnholdt

My eyes are a little blood shot from crying, and my hair's messy. But other than that i don't look like someone who's world is falling apart.

Emotional attachments are messy. They end with broken hearts and stalking.

Something passes between us that I'm pretty sure both of us can feel, even though neither one of us says anything. It's not even any kind of attraction, even though I've been feeling that on and off all night. This is something different. We have a secret now. A secret from Ava.

I am freaked out, Jace. I'm freaked out because for some reason, I can't stop thinking about you. I can't stop thinking about how it feels to kiss you, about how happy I was when we were going to be together, about how even though I feel like I should hate you, my heart knows that I don't.

So what now?" I ask when I finally pull away. I bury my head in his shoulder, not sure I want to know the answer. But when I look at him, his face is surprised, like it should be obvious. "Now," he says. "We figure it out together.

The information age is so psychotic – without the cell phone and Internet, I would be drama free right now.

The firs day of high school is bullshit anyways. It's supposed to be about new beginnings, but really all it does is wreck your life. And set you up for failure. And make you realize everything is completely and totally fucked.

it's wrecked, our relationship is smashed, and we don't have to pretend anymore.

She's the only girl who's ever broken my heart, and it's a very weird, uncomfortable feeling for me. I like to be the one doing the heartbreaking. Well, not really. No one ever likes to break someone's heart, but sometimes it has to be done.

Oh, geez." Noah feigns that I've shot an arrow into his cchcest and falls on the ground. "You''re killing mme, Hannah, you''re killllllinnngg mmmmee.

Everything I have is dirty, but I'm sure I can figure something. Maybe I can make a dress out of a garbage bag. Lady Gaga wore that meat dress to the VMA's, so I should be able to dress in a garbage bag. I'll get black ones, to symbolize my current state of mind. Like performance art of something.

You don;t believe me?" He sound wounded, like the thought of me not believing him makes him incredibly sad. "No." "Then come with me," he says. He unfolds his long legs and stands up. "To Cooley's. You'll see they just posted the schedule. If I'm lying, I'll buy you a chocolate shake." "And If you're not?" "Then I'll still buy you a chocolate shake." He grins at me.

If there's one thing I've realized, it's that you have to be honest. Even if you're scared, even if you're worried that you're going to get your heart stomped on, even if you think that the truth is going to ruin everything, you have to put it out there. Because otherwise, you're fucked.

But it's that fucking dress she's wearing. It's low-cut and tight and just...Jesus. Why would she wear a dress like that? Is she doing it just to torture me? I like the idea that maybe she had me in mind when she picked it out. Of course, she might be wearing it because she wants to get attention from other guys. I look around the wedding suspiciously, trying to see if anyone is looking at her. I don't want to have to punch someone out, but i'll do it if I have to.

When people start liking people, that's when someone has the ability to get hurt.

at the hospital] "What do you think's taking them so long?"[...] "Well," I say "They obviously don't think it's a big deal or they would have carted you right back here." "Or," Lacey says, "they probably know I'm going to die and so they're leaving me out here because they need to help the people who actually have a chance." "Lacey," I say. "Did you see them bringing in the guys who was bleeding profusely from the head?" "Yes," she says. "If that guy has a chance, then you definitely do.

I traded being heartbroken over one guys for being completely heartbroken over another.

Does he know that I called him three times and hung up right after we broke up? (I totally *67'd my number to block it, but with technology these days, you never know when someone's going to invent a way to get around that. Nothing's private anymore, you know?)

Jordan, Attached, please find a copy of the schedule for our trip. Best Courtney." I was really proud of it. The email i mean. Because it was so short and cold.Of course, it took me and my friend Jocelyn about two hours to come up with the perfect wording, but Jordan doesn't know that.

No matter how much you tell yourself you're over someone, your heart knows the truth

You're not eating the cheese," Frank says accusingly. And you're fucking my mom, I want to say back.

Or maybe I, like, cuddle raped him or something.

I wanted to say I'm sorry. It doesn't make it right, it just... makes it what it is." The bell rings then, and I turn around in my seat, thinking I agree with her, that it is just what it is. And not just the situation with Sebastian. But still wish I knew how I could make it right. How I could make everything right.

I couldn't tell you how I felt before talking to Ava, and I felt like I couldn't talk to Ava until she got back. But then last night, there you where, and you looked so beautiful, and I couldn't stop myself anymore. But I shouldn't have done it, I should have stopped it, I should have put you first. I was trying to do the right thing, but all I did was fuck everything up. With you, with Ava, with your friendship...