Jane was wearing a charcoal shift dress. The black dipped into a love V accented with a large black chiffon bow. A layer of delicate black lace peeked out from the bottom of her dress. Her long blond hair was pulled back tightly into a straight ironed ponytail. Her makeup was simple: coral blush on her cheeks and gunmetal shadow brushed under her blue eyes.

I don't think it's about trusting people, it's about knowing who to trust.

I grew up always knowing what I wanted to do, and I'm starting to see how rare that is. All of my friends are just figuring it out. It's a process of elimination until you find what you love.

It's always better to be the dumper than the dumpee.

Being responsible for another human life terrifies me, because I kill plants.

The only thing that ever really bothers me is that a lot of people think I'm that girl who hates your boyfriend. I'm really not that girl. Some of my friends' boyfriends are my best friends.

I can't even read a script. I've tried and it's painful to watch.