So, I heard you're this ninja or something.

I'm going to be who I really am. I'm going to figure out what this is.

Sam has brown hair and very, very pretty green eyes. The kind of green that doesn't make a big deal about itself.

She said that by introducing me to all these great things, Mary Elizabeth gained a “superior position” that she wouldn’t need if she was confident about herself. She also said that people who try to control situations all the time are afraid that if they don’t, nothing will work out the way they want.

My sister was the one who told me where babies come from. My sister was also the one who laughed when I immediately asked her where babies go to.

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.

You take girls, for example. They're copying their moms and magazines and everything to know how to act around guys. I mean it's not like in movies where girls like assholes or anything like that. It's not that easy. They just like somebody that can give them purpose.