My parents were very supportive when I was growing up and have been all the way through.

I'm always afraid that I'm being unprofessional, yet I continue to sign all my e-mails 'xoxo.'

sometimes I was so bored that I started arguments just to experience the rush of almost losing him.

Once, my little sister was walking down the street in her thick black glasses, and a homeless man muttered, Talk nerdy to me.

I would go to work from 9 to 6, go home, nap for two hours, then write from 8 to 2 a.m.

I get a lot of unasked for sexual confessions.

I deserved kisses. I deserved to be treated like a piece of meat but also respected for my intellect.