When I'm getting to know someone, I look for someone who has passions that I respect, like his career. Someone who loves what he does is really attractive. In high school, I used to think it was "like sooooo cool" if a guy had an awesome car. Now none of that matters. These days I look for character and honesty and trust.

If you cry over a guy, then your friends can't date him. It can't even be considered.

Don't you ever grow up, it could stay this simple.

We don't need to share the same opinions as others, but we need to be respectful.

I'm thankful that when I go to bed at night, that I have been myself that day. And, I have been myself all the days before that.

I'm not even going to be able to remember the boy who broke up with me over the phone in 25 seconds when I was 18.

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.