It's hard enough being a socially deficient, awkward-as-hell peer mediator, but add to that a stupidly gorgeous and equally terrifying delinquent whose mission in life is to make me miserable, and you start to get a picture of how incredibly screwed I am.

RE-POSTED. After vowing to never date another frat guy, he's trying to bend her new rule. Only because she'd so stupidly, under the influence of cheap punch and an extremely stressful Thursday, confessed that he might just be the most adorable guy on campus. Complete.

Jacob is the average guy, so when a Facebook page lists people in his class from hot to not, Jacob lands in the middle, while his friend Quinn lands in the top ten girls. Jacob makes a bet he can get the top girl, but what if he already has the right one?

Since she was sixteen, Amy has written love letters to her future husband. In a fit of frustration, she throws them out, where they're picked up by the last person in the world she ever expects. Since when do rock stars sing about nothings like her?

"My cooking does not smell like garbage, you ass!" Eleanor Reid didn't like most people. She especially didn't like the infuriating man who just moved into the apartment across the hall. - CURRENTLY ON HIATUS -

Iris didn't know why she felt so inclined to help the boy she'd deemed 'Cigarettes'. He was rude, and he'd barfed on her shoes, but he was dangerous. And if there was one thing Iris Smith needed in her life, it was a little bit of general excitement.

"Every second is beautiful, because soon her time will be up." Not if he can help it. Trigger warning for themes of depression and suicide.

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Who knew an assignment for English class could create a pair of best friends, make two people fall in love, and completely tear up someone's life? Who knew that HE was deep? Or that SHE was dangerously close to escaping for good?

"Tell you what. If I beat him, you owe me a kiss." He grins. "Wait for me, sweetheart." Then he saunters past, pausing to spit his gum out into one of the trashcans. I officially hate him.

They say these are the years when you're supposed to find yourself. But I don't know who I'm supposed to be.

It's just metal striking wood, but I know I've fallen in love with the sound.

Stop being so angsty.

the short story of a girl struggling to see her beauty. for everyone who's ever felt like they wanted to break a mirror after looking in it.

Why? Because it will never happen. Secrets, never, and pain. They never mix well. Because I want you to read this. And know. How I feel. Yes, you. T for mild language.

The ramblings of an eating disordered patient.

He doesn't know. She does. And you do too. [ Rated for language]