Confidence is a reduction of your own interest in whether others are thinking about you and if so, what they're thinking.

The problem with not having anybody to tell you what to do, I understood, is that there was nobody to tell you what not to do.

Because I've lived in one room my entire life, working at the same table that you use to pay bills at and eat at. It's going to be nice to have actual space.

In some ways, blogging is like drinking - it gives a person permission to be a total asshole.

(The new boyfriend) knows I write every day for hours but has no idea that all I’m writing about is me. It seems wiser to let him think I’m an aspiring novelist instead of just an alcoholic with a year of sobriety who spends eight hours a day writing about the other 16.

I felt deeply tricked. Stunned. And furious. I also felt my default emotion: numbness.

I'm always prepared for the worst.