There is a sort of backlash of people who feel like you're not representing them accurately, and you want to say as elegantly as you can, "I wasn't trying to represent you I, was just doing what I could do to make being alive easier for me." And if it helped anyone or made them feel comforted in the process then it's the greatest thing you can ask for.

I mean, I - it's so funny, I am, you know, I am, you know, a working woman out in the world, but I still live with my parents half the time. I've been sort of taking this very long, stuttering period of moving out.

At a brunch potluck, I realize that I do, in fact, hate everybody.

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

Escapism for me can come in the form of someone else's reality.

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

I get a lot of unasked for sexual confessions.