There's something nice about the silence of a car ride in the dark, going home. When you were tired of the radio and conversation, and it was okay to just be alone with your thoughts and the road ahead. If you're that comfortable with someone, you don't have to talk.

Look at it this way: I might be saying you're fat, but at least I'm not punching you in the face.' Are those the only options?' Not always. Just sometimes.

Some things are meant to be broken. Imperfect. Chaotic.

It wasn't about being happy or unhappy. I just didn't want to be me anymore.

All the bitchy girls in the world are just a training ground for what men can do to you.

Who would have thought that grieving an old relationship and enjoying a new one could happen simultaneously, in parallel? Yet another thing you only find out once it's happening to you.

I think whenever a writer is really enjoying themselves and liking what they are doing, that shows on the page.