He was not my boyfriend. On the other hand, he wasn't just a friend either. Instead, our relationship was elastic, stretching between those two extremes depending on who else was around, how much either of us had to drink, and other varying factors. This was exactly what I wanted, as commitments had never really been my thing. And it wasn't like it was hard, either. The only trick was never giving more than you were willing to lose.

You’re always a kid around your parents… Unless they’re acting like children. Then you don’t get the chance.

A lot can change between planning something and actually doing it. But maybe all that really matters is that anything is different at all.

Failing sucks. But it's better than the alternative." "Which is?" "Not even trying." Now he did look at me, straight on. "Life's short, you know?

It's all about you, Colie." She touched one finger to her temple, tap tap tap. "Believe in yourself up here and it will make you stronger than you could ever imagine." There is something infectious about confidence. And for that one moment, with my eyebrows burning and my eyes watering, I believed. "And good hair never hurt either.

None of it meant anything, and all of it was important.

Because you have to just go with the flow. Your life is not your own, with people coming in and out all the time. You get mellow because you have to.