I know I have to do the right thing. And the sooner you do the right thing, the better. You get it over with, and you don't have to worry about it anymore. But who does that in real life? Instead, you procrastinate and think about it and put it off and think about it some more until that one little pebble grows into a giant block inside your head.

It was scary how a girl couldn't live without friends.

Just because something doesn't last forever, it doesn't mean it wasn't meaningful while it did last. It doesn't mean it wasn't important.

I have this theory: If you forgive someone, they can't hurt you anymore.

Sex and the City was about looking for Mr Big and trying to find him.

Who am I supposed to be again? Just be yourself. But who am I?

Why do I keep evading my work? Is it because I’m afraid of being confronted by my lack of abilities?