If you ever think you're the only person in the world feeling a certain way, just please know that you're not.

I’ve learned that you can’t predict [love] or plan for it. For someone like me who is obsessed with organization and planning, I love the idea that love is the one exception to that. Love is the one wild card.

I once went on the most grueling radio tour. Living in hotel rooms, sleeping in the backs of rental cars as my mom drove to three different cities in one day.

I know my flaws before other people point them out to me.

I began absolutely non-stop tormenting my parents, begging them on a daily basis to move there.

People say that about me, that I apparently buy houses near every boy I like — that’s a thing that I apparently do. If I like you I will apparently buy up the real-estate market just to freak you out so you leave me.

I've learned through writing that if something made me feel deeply or anything at all, it was worth it.