I can't wait to get out of the house. I can't wait to get out of here. I've been telling myself this all week. The 'getting out of here' part is unspecified, though. Maybe I simply want to get away from life

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

If I'm with a man, is that going to prevent me from achieving my goal? What sacrifices will I have to make in terms of being myself, if I'm with a man? Something that young women find out really quickly is that when you start dating, all of a sudden you're supposed to have a role. You're not allowed to just be yourself.

Guys are like dogs: they never notice if you've changed your hair, but they can sense when there's another guy sniffing around their territory

I know I'm not a wordsmith. And I don't write poetry. Sometimes I think I should, because it's really helpful. But I always wanted to write novels.

You don't want to peak in high school. If you do, the rest of your life is a disaster.

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