Anatomy of a Misfit

“So listen, here’s the deal. There’s a million girls who are in love with you and who if you say jump they’ll say how high. But like, I’m not one of those girls.

“So, if that’s what you’re looking for, I mean . . . go get ’em. Be my guest. Seriously. Have at it.”

Let’s just call it like it is, no need to pretty it up. I care what other people think of me. I’m not Jesus Christ. I’m just a girl in the world.

I will have sweet dreams because this was all a sweet dream and I feel like I’m the girl whose sweet dreams never come true and I wonder how long this sweet dream can possibly last.

There’s really no playbook for what to do when you’re sort of in love with an unstable misfit

Mostly I just wish Logan would magically appear in the window, possibly in the form of a bat, and then we could fly away to some dark and spooky mountain where he would have to make out with me just to keep me from crying.

I have seen a lot of movies and I think I get the general idea. Also, and I may be wrong about this, I think there’s a direct correlation between how much you like someone and how much you like kissing them.

See, I like a guy who looks like he’s just about to rob a bank. And Jared Kline looks like he’s been on a Bonnie and Clyde bender for six months straight. Scruffy. Jagged. Mean.

just because Becky does something doesn’t mean you have to do it.

We tried to be all of the things . . . we are not.