I began watching (devouring) One Tree Hill during my later high school years, when my parents finally decided to trade in their dial-up internet for a high-speed-ish alternative. Once I had the ability to stream, I quickly became engrossed in the sparkly and salacious world set in Tree Hill, North Carolina, where the teenagers were allowed to date and wear low-rise jeans. Over the course of nine seasons, I became fiercely attached to the characters in the show. I cheered for the Ravens, mourned Uncle Keith’s untimely death, developed real feelings for Lucas Scott and became personally invested in Naley. This fictional world appealed to me not only because of the HAWT BOYS but also because of the way the drama on screen mirrored my own.
One Tree Hill was full of hidden gems, like the soundtrack, which was perfectly suited to my I’m-16-and-the-world-doesn’t-get-me angst, and the fresh-faced musical talents who were discovered via the show’s notoriety, like Kate Voegele, Tyler Hilton, Bethany Joy Lentz and Michael Grubbs. But perhaps the most prevalent element of the show, the one that kept me invested episode after episode, as an aspiring writer, a dedicated journal-er and an overall suck, were the quote-worthy monologues.
Someone once said: it’s the good girls who keep diaries, the bad girls never have the time. Me… I just want to live a life I’m going to remember. Even if I don’t write it down.
– Brooke Davis, season 2, episode 8