The age thing really bugs me. Do people have more of a right to not like what I say because I'm 19?

I used to love to make things - you couldn't drag me away for dinner because I was always writing a story or something.

I still don't know how to drive. I don't go anywhere, really. My brother drives me. I walk around my neighborhood but I don't go anywhere, nor do I want to.

If you want to see me cry, just come to a photo shoot.

I would really like to go back to school. I would love it now.

I caved in to what people wanted me to do. I thought that they weren't going to like me if I didn't.

My mind goes to tragedy first.