I've always thought there are two ways of getting what you wanted in life.Forcing people to give it to you,or making them want to give it to you.

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

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.

Rule number one: Why is it that the one time a cute guy talks to you, you have a friend who's in crisis?

Whoever we are here, we might be princesses somewhere else. Or writers. Or scientists. Or presidents. Or whatever the hell we want to be that everyone else says we can't.

Ever since I can remember I was telling stories and had a huge interest in other people and what made them tick.

There is a thin line between attraction and repulsion