There's a kind of bad that gets so overpowering you can't even talk about it.

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 still love writing in my journal and wearing sparkly dresses and looking at old chandeliers.

There's an old poem by Neruda that I've always been captivated by, and one of the lines in it has stuck with me ever since the first time I read it. It says "love is so short, forgetting is so long." It's a line I've related to in my saddest moments, when I needed to know someone else had felt that exact same way. And when we're trying to move on, the moments we always go back to aren't the mundane ones. They are the moments you saw sparks that weren't really there, felt stars aligning without having any proof, saw your future before it happened, and then saw it slip away without any warning.

Wow I can't belive I won. This is awesome. Don't trip and fall. I'm gonna get to thank the fans, this is so cool. Oh, Kanye West is here. Cool haircut. What are ya doing there... Ouch... I guess I'm not gonna get to thank the fans.

I still like to live in a whimsical world that seems more romantic and fantasy-related because real life seems so hard

Don’t worry. You may think you’ll never get over it. But you also thought it would last forever.