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how am i supposed to decide on a university course? most of the time at school i can’t even decide which pen to use.

no, michael is not my boyfriend. he cries at beauty and the beast. he taught me how to make chocolate cake. he stalked me when i went to a restaurant and pretended to forget why

i tell him about charlie. everything. about when he started collecting things, and about when he stopped eating, and about when he started hurting himself. to be honest, it’s not even that big of a deal anymore. he’s been to the hospital. he’s better now. and he’s got nick. i mean, he’s still recovering, but he’s fine. it’s fine

“you love all these words, don’t you? gay, bisexual, attractive, unattractive—” “no,” i interrupt. “no, I hate them.” “then why label people?” i tilt my head. “because that’s life. without organization, we descend into chaos.”

“jesus, mate, you are a stalker!” lauren attempts a laugh, but no one else joins in. “no,” michael says. “i just pay attention.”

i find one song that i really love, and then i listen to it about twenty billion times until i hate it and have ruined it for myself.

in the end, though, being beautiful doesn’t do much for you as a person apart from raise your ego and give you an increased sense of vanity.

i can’t really remember when nick and charlie became nick-and-charlie, but nick is the only one who visited charlie when he was ill, so in my books, he’s definitely all right.

if i’m not at school, you can guarantee that my laptop will be somewhere within a two-meter radius of my heart. my laptop is my soul mate

sometimes i like to fill my days with little things that other people don’t care about. it makes me feel like i’m doing something important, mainly because no one else is doing it

sometimes i think people only pretend to like each other

my name is victoria spring. i think you should know that i make up a lot of stuff in my head and then get sad about it. i like to sleep and i like to blog. i am going to die someday

“tori,” says becky, “you look a little bit like you want to kill yourself.” i deflate into a chair and nod philosophically. “it’s funny because it’s true.”

“everyone’s attractive, to be honest,” he continues. “even if it’s just something small, like, some people have really beautiful hands. i don’t know. i’m a little bit in love with everyone i meet, but i think that’s normal.” “so you’re bisexual”

It's like when you're four years old and you tell your parents that you're going to run away. And they say: “Okay, go right ahead.” Like they don't care. And they only start caring when you actually walk out the door and down the road with your teddy bear under your arm and a packet of biscuits in your rucksack.

“Some people aren't meant for school”, says Michael. “That doesn't mean they aren't meant for life.”

The Smiths are the band of the internet—more specifically, and unfortunately, a band that many people listen to simply because Morrissey has that vintage, self-deprecating coolness that everyone seems to crave. If the internet were an actual country, “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out” would be its national anthem.