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

The joke that I make is that there are instances on the TV series that happen to me, - except on Sex and the City they always make it better or worse than real life and I am actually saying that in a joking way.

I'm not ashamed of anything I've done. Shame is a useless emotion.

Meanwhile I'll probably see him again. That's how sick I am.

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.

At first, being with Sebastian was like being in the middle of the best dream I'd ever had - but now it mostly feels exhausting. I'm up one minute and down the next; questioning what I say and do. Even questioning my sanity.

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