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Is it wrong that I still feel good even though I've been in a fight with my best friend, and I haven't talked to her in days? I mean, I've read in stories about friends that don't feel complete without each other, and I thought that's what we were. But it turns out I can survive without her. I'm happy without her. I still feel good without her by my side. Is there something wrong with me? Have I already lost her? And if I have, why am I perfectly fine with this?

Terry Pratchett - Men at Arms
If you have to look along the shaft of an arrow from the wrong end, if a man has you at his mercy, then hope like hell that he's an evil man. Because the evil like power over people and they want to see you in fear, want you to know that you're going to die. So they'll talk and gloat. They'll put off the murder like another man will put off a good cigar. So hope like hell your captor is an evil man. Because a good man will kill you with hardly a word.

Anonymous
There's a couple in school, a really pretty girl and a really pretty guy. They like to kiss in the hall. They get in trouble sometimes. But for some reason I lose my breath when I see the guy. I sometimes relax just a bit when the guy brushes by me, accidentally touching me. But he's taken. I can't feel like this. He's taken, by a girl that talks bad about my friends to her followers. Not by a girl like me, who's barely noticeable enough to begin with. Interesting how the world works...

Anonymous
Today I felt pitiful of myself. I don't know why, or how, but I did. I suppose being scolded by the teacher in front of classmates had a hand in it, though. It was humiliating, honestly, to see everybody staring at me like that. All those sympathetic looks, disapproving of my words and actions. I began to sweat. I ran down to the bathroom right after class to have a cry in the bathroom. Was it always that hard to hide your tears and your cries? I suppose I just forgot.