I wish my life was a John Grisham novel. His heroes always seem to be one step away from death but come up with a brilliant plan. Unfortunately, real life can’t be wrapped up with a nice little bow

It reminds me of myself - seemingly perfect on the outside but inside is all a mush.

My dream is to find a guy who'll love me despite my flaws and won't turn away from me when a perfect girl walks by. Maybe a boy like that doesn't even exist.

I now know why people break up in e-mails and text messages. Doing it face-to-face is so hard because you have to stand in front of the person and witness their reaction. Face their wrath.

Stop focusing on the bad stuff because life is too damn short.

I've spent so much time avoiding arguments and smoothing relationships with the people around me, this confrontation is painful.

Should I tell him I'm not afraid of being hurt? I'm afraid of not being in control.