Bobby Viner

Took my own braces off with nail clippers.

The universal feeling when going through a breakup, to use internet speak, is FML.

A 16-year-old girl, slowly melting in the pitiless cauldron that is high school, suddenly wanting to kiss boys and date them instead of sticking your tongue out at them or avoiding their cooties, but not really sure you really want that.

You brag about us to your girlfriends, you trawl our Facebook photos lustfully, you demand our attention through text and through increasing demands on our time.