I know that we were made to break. Happy Sweet Sixteen Becca!

Let me swing from the chandelier, let me watch as my fears fall down and shatter the floor.

I write this letter to, Margo Roth Spiegelman or anyone else who wants to tell me that I shouldn't live in my paper world.

We used to be best buddies; but now were not. Best friends forever is a such hard promise when forever never ends.

Spoken like a true Amity Girl

Only a Candor Girl would say something like that.