I used to be the kind of person who needed to have a lot of people around. That's where I found my serenity.

Is this chicken what I have or is this fish? I know it's tuna. But it says chicken. By the sea.

This week it's peanut butter and jelly sandwiches, toasted. And then, I'll put some salt on my hand like I'm taking a tequila shot and then take a bite of the sandwich.

I don't have anything to prove anymore. What other people think of me is not my business.

Everybody is a dumb blonde at heart.

And I'm the worst liar of all time.

Twenty-three is old. It's almost 25, which is like almost mid-20s.