People care enough to write blogs and reviews and things, which is nice.

Some boys are particular about how they look. I'm not.

Struggle is part of the journey.

Time moves on. You can't go back in time. Everything has a consequence, and the last episode of the last season is no exception.

It's such a capricious, strange existence, basing your life on the whims of others, and basing your ebbs and flows of confidence and lack of confidence on the fact that people either choose you or don't.

It's funny when guys don't like to talk about makeup. I'm like, "You know you're wearing makeup, right? We all are."

I'm wearing pants, for f---'s sake. Lay off. I mean, it's not like I'm a f---ing lead miner. There are harder jobs in the world. But when people feel the freedom to create Tumblr accounts about my c---, I feel like that wasn't part of the deal ... But whatever. I guess it's better than being called out for the opposite.