And the only rule is don't be boring. Dress cute wherever you go, because life's to short to blend in.

And I'm tired of looking and dressing and searching and smiling and waiting for the boy who's never coming.

She's just a stupid little girl with her hopes to high, and feelings much to strong, especially for a boy like him.

Turn up that ipod way loud and block out the world like nothing is wrong. Turn that music up and blast the heartbreak away.

I keep closing my eyes but I can't block you out.

Her gaze upon him lifted as he turned his head to look.

Her friends knew she was about to break. They could see it in her eyes, they could read it on her face. She looks at them and thinks to herself "I have to be strong." So she smiles, as a tear roles down her face. She looks at them, laughs gently and says "I'm so sick of this."

Life comes without guaruntess except that smiling brightens your face, laughing will enhance your eyes, and falling in love will change your life.

Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius, and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring.

It's just how she lives. Loving all the wrong people and wishing all the wrong things. Tearstained cheeks are her style and a broken heart on her sleeve is nothing new. Because everyone knows she's tired of not being able to breathe. Her big fake smiles and her false laughs. But she feels almost perfect. She's not super model material and she doesn't have any great talents. She's trying to figure out who she is and she's beginning to love herself. What a wonderful girl.

The worst time to have a heart attack is during a game of charades.