Part of me feels you can't say you were truly in love if it didn't last. If I end up getting married and having kids, that's when I'll know it's real - because it lasted.

I'm taking pictures in my mind so i can save them for a rainy day.

I suffer from girlnextdooritis where the guy is friends with you and that's it.

For a female to write about her feelings, and then be portrayed as some clingy, insane, desperate girlfriend in need of making you marry her and have kids with her, I think that's taking something that potentially should be celebrated - a woman writing about her feelings in a confessional way - that's taking it and turning it and twisting it into something that is frankly a little sexist.

We don’t just live in a celebrity take-down culture; we live in a take-down culture. People will find anything about you and twist it to where it’s weird or wrong or annoying or strange or bad. You have to live your life not only in spite of people who don’t understand you - you have to have more fun than they do.

When I'm thinking about going on a date with some guy or considering liking him, it really doesn't matter what they do or how that affects my career.

I'm the girl who still believes prince charming exists somewhere out there.