I'm sort of...coming off a bad relationship," "When did it end?" "Slightly before it started.

I just want to break that song into pieces and love them all to death.

I'm the Cool One," she told herself. "Somebody give me some tequila because I'll totally drink it. And there's no way you're going to find me later having a panic attack in your parents' bathroom. Who wants to French-kiss?

He always kept me just on the edge of crazy. Feeling like I wanted him too much, which just made me want him more." "That sounds excruciating.

There’s no such thing as handsome princes, she told herself. There’s no such thing as happily ever after.

Things get better--hurt less--over time. If you let them.

I was in my mid 20s when email finally took off. Until then, the phone was my primary way of connecting with the people in my life.