I'm both mystified by and in love with this site: The home of all post modern urbanite bugs.
We only had a print edition, but teen angst hasn't changed much since I was in high school: Lawrenceville (KS) High School's online literary journal. Life is so full of sorrow. When you're 16.
It often helps to commiserate with others.
Pair off, or die.
Humans aren't the only ones whose hearts can be broken. Robots need love too. I must have one of these.
If you have to ask Yahoo! how to heal your broken heart, you're totally screwed. Or you're in seventh grade.
Be kind. You can't tell who has a broken heart just by looking at them. It would help if we all wore these shirts.
We are all a little weird and life's a little weird, and when we find someone whose weirdness is compatible with ours, we join up with them and fall in mutual weirdness and call it love. ~Author Unknown