Society makes suicide so romantic. I mean, you watch these TV movies about teen suicide and you want to jump in front of a bus. Because your biggest fantasy is your own funeral. No one will admit to it, but it's true.

Dear Diary: My teen angst bullshit now has a body count.

Even though I never really had to pound the pavement as an actor, I always worked really hard. But, at the same time, I always felt like people thought that I didn't have to struggle even though I was struggling.

I don't want to preach, and I don't want to tell people what to do.

I write pretty much every day, but I don't have any desire to publish anything.

When you finally accept that it's OK not to have answers and it's OK not to be perfect, you realize that feeling confused is a normal part of what it is to be a human being.

I want to be a good person, and a person that people enjoy working with, 'cause I certainly enjoy working with other people.