You can only control your own actions. Not other people’s reactions.

Looking back, I question whether I really loved Nate, or just the security of our relationship. I wonder if my feelings for him didn’t have a lot to do with hating my job. From the bar exam through that first hellish year as an associate, Nate was my escape. And sometimes that can feel an awful lot like love.

My wants are simple: a job that I like and a guy whom I love.

I think the most well-adjusted people live in the present with an eye toward the future - I'm not among those.

I like to match what I wear to my book jacket - it's a little bit cheesy, but it's my thing.

Hush little baby, Dont you cry, Dont cut your arms, Dont say goodbye. Put down that razor, Put down that light, It maybe hard but, You'll win this fight.

He who fails to plan, plans to fail.