Because it may seem like a small role now, but it matters. In the end, everything matters.

His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed. He's letting me go. I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me. A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out. And I did find out. And I'm sorry.

I wanted to tell you everything. And that hurt because some things were too scary. Some things even I didn’t understand. How could I tell someone—someone I was really talking to for the first time—everything I was thinking? I couldn’t. It was too soon.

I've always loved brainstorming with other writers, and I consider having my work critiqued a part of that brainstorming.

But sometimes there’s nothing left to do but move on.

They were like two magnets who couldn't decide whether to attract or repel.

You can't stop the future You can't rewind the past The only way to learn the secret ...is to press play.