Why take the risk? Surely somebody would invent a crystal ball to tell you whether or not a relationship would work out before it started.
Life would be so much simpler if guys were like mood rings, and they changed color when they liked you.
If you realize life is short, you break up with your gay boyfriend and get a real boyfriend.
That's the thing about dying. Nobody knows how long it takes.
And suddenly I started to cry. Serious sobs, the kind where your stomach hurts and you can’t breathe and there’s snot running down your face. I was crying so hard I couldn’t even mute the sounds I was...
Because if anything can make death feel like a truly desirable alternative, it's getting dumped.
And then I thought that it wasn't fair that at seventeen you could make choices that you might regret for the rest of your life because you really had no idea what you were doing and the stakes were j...
A breakup is the single most traumatic event in the life of a woman outside of a death. Some women can take years to recover.
People never think things that are true are funny.
It was strange how we could talk so much and say so little.
Be honest, Do I give off a vibe that says 'No, handsome stud, I don't want you to make a pass at me,' while at the same time communicating, 'Hello there, acne-ridden dwarf. Promise me we'll meet again...
Apparently, he was too bust living his own life to be a character in the imaginary novel that was mine.
Because if I have a wicked stepmother and two evil stepsisters, aren't I supposed to get a prince?
Apparently being Cinderella isn't so bad after all.
You two look like salt and pepper shakers. That's what my mom use to say when we both had long hair. You're a couple of salt and pepper shakers. And now here I was, just a stupid lonely pepper shaker....
This is the worst thing that will ever happen, I thought, and as I stared into Olivia’s enormous green eyes, I knew she was thinking the same thing. This is the worst thing that will happen to us in o...
I realize that, said Ms. Daniels. Unfortunately, hard work is not always enough.
For years, every moment I wasn't dancing was a moment I was waiting to dance.
Why is it I can spend a dozen Friday nights staring at the peeling walls of my room without anyone in the family so much as poking a head down to see if I'm alive, while the one time I actually have p...
What if in every breakup, the dumper gets to live happily ever after, while the dumpee gets a lifetime membership in the Bitter Book Club?