In the final seconds before sleep, I wish I could go back and undo everything, give those little girls another chance.

You can love someone you mistrust.

I try to recognize that there is no such thing as having it all - and it's impossible to be perfect. You just have to let certain things go.

In days that follow, I discover that anger is easier to handle than grief.

I don't convey that I can be moody or a perfectionist or that I'm a nervous person, but I am all those things. It's just not going to shine through when you're posting a picture.

You’ll never regret being a good friend.

Things certainly aren't the way you imagine them when you're a kid and dreaming big dreams about what your life as a grown-up will look like.