I get nervous for everything - literally everything.

You start to realize that the things that are different about you are the things that make you special. And, as cliche as at that sounds, you realize that if you are lucky enough to have something that is different about you...don't try to hide it. I don't try to blend in anymore, it's all about standing out.

In life, you learn lessons. And sometimes you learn them the hard way. Sometimes you learn them too late.

I've apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another. It's been going on for quite some time now, without me knowing it. I've found that growing up can mean a lot of things. For me, it doesn't mean I should become somebody completely new and stop loving the things I used to love. It means I've just added more things to my list.

When you are missing someone, time seems to move slower, and when I'm falling in love with someone, time seems to be moving faster.

I would read the Shel Silverstein poems, Dr. Seuss, and I noticed early on that poetry was something that just stuck in my head and I was replaying those rhymes and try to think of my own. In English, the only thing I wanted to do was poetry and all the other kids were like, "Oh, man. We have to write poems again?" and I would have a three-page long poem. I won a national poetry contest when I was in fourth grade for a poem called "Monster In My Closet.

I was in a love that was wonderful until it was terrible, and both people got hurt from it.