She didn't want to have anything to do with the party. She was tired of feeling like she didn't fit in, but she didn't want to go home, either, because she was a tired of being lonely and she was a little drunk.

Patent leather wedges-they were big when I went to prom!

A writer must be fearless. A writer has to be like a clawed animal." -The Carrie Diaries pg. 337

It was the first honest emotional connection I'd had in a while. So I immediately panicked and had to leave.

It's hard to be careful, though, when you feel indestructible.

I sometimes read in a gossip column that I was at a party when I was in Europe at the time. It sometimes feels I've got a Doppelganger somewhere.

What if I'm a princess on another planet? And no one on this planet knows it?