It's very counterintuitive to boil down something so personal, something that requires privacy. All of a sudden, you open it up to the world and put it in a context where you could easily trivialize what you've done. If people sense that discomfort, they're not wrong.

Anybody who's ever been broken up with, or had their heart stepped on or ripped out of them; you question everything you've based your whole life on. It's like, is anything real? Cause nothing 's more real than that, and now it's gone.

There's no reason to regret anything. Regret is a waste.

Hate me for who I am, I don't care. At least I'm not pretending to be someone I'm not.

I'm particularly weird because I don't even like being looked at.

I am not closed off to anything right now. That is what I was saying about not having any more walls up. I don't want to deprive myself of any bit of life.

People who call me the Twilight girl and mean it. Please, pigeon hole me. That means I did it right.