No hay nada como respirar hondo después de reírte tanto. Nada en el mundo como el dolor de estómago por una buena causa. - Stephen Chbosky

You know . . . a lot of kids at school hate their parents. Some of them got hit. And some of them got caught in the middle of wrong lives. Some of them were trophies for their parents to show the neighbors like ribbons or gold stars. And some of them just wanted to drink in peace.

You take girls, for example. They're copying their moms and magazines and everything to know how to act around guys. I mean it's not like in movies where girls like assholes or anything like that. It's not that easy. They just like somebody that can give them purpose.

I don't want to be somebody's crush. If somebody likes me, I want them to like the real me, not what they think I am.