As supportive as my hometown is, in my high school, there are people who would probably walk up to me and punch me in the face. There's a select few that will never like me. They don't like what I stand for. They don't like somebody who stands for being sober, who stands for anything happy. They're going to be negative no matter what.

I think that there's a difference between getting your heart broken and getting let down.

I don't think I'd be a party girl [even if I were] in college. When I was in high school, I remember seeing girls crying in the bathroom every Monday about what they did at a party that weekend. I never wanted to be that girl crying in the bathroom. But there are certain things that I would like to do but can't. Sometimes I don't get invited to things because my friends know it's going to be a hassle to take me.

I have been singing randomly, obsessively, obnoxiously for as long as I can remember.

Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there's no right answer

Happiness isn't a constant. You get fleeting glimpses. You have to fight for those moments, but they make it all worth it.

Your feelings so are important to write down, to capture, and to remember because today you're heartbroken, but tomorrow you'll be in love again.