If I can write a book that will help the world make a little more sense to a teen, then that's why I was put on the planet.

Kids are mostly very resilient.

My face becomes a Picasso sketch, my body slicing into pieces.

Apologies mean nothing if you don't mean it.

I won the wintergirl trip over the border into dangerland.

I need a new friend. I need a friend, period. Not a true friend, nothing close or share clothes or sleepover giggle giggle yak yak. Just a pseudo-friend, disposable friend. Friend as accessory. Just so I don't feel or look so stupid.

I am beginning to measure myself in strength, not pounds. Sometimes in smiles.