My mom and I have always been really close. She's always been the friend that was always there. There were times when, in middle school and junior high, I didn't have a lot of friends. But my mom was always my friend. Always.

I can imagine it's hard to make a relationship last. I wouldn't know.

I have no idea what I'm doing when it comes to love... There's no pattern to it, except that it happens to all of us, of course. I can't plan for it. I can't predict how it'll end up. Because love is unpredictable and it's frustrating and it's tragic and it's beautiful.

I have a terrifying long list of fears. Literally everything - diseases, spiders... and people getting tired of me.

Sometimes I write about my own life. And sometimes I write about situations I see my friends going through. Sometimes I write about a scene I saw in a movie. I take inspiration from all different places.

I grew up on a Christmas tree farm with all this space to run around, and the [freedom] to be a crazy kid with tangled hair.

It’s okay to wonder how you could try so hard and still get stomped all over. Just don’t let them change you.