I feel bare. I didn't realize I wore my secrets as armor until they were gone and now everyone sees me as I really am.

You don't have to tell me everything right away, but I have to tell you everything right away? Can't you see how stupid that is?

As a teenager, I put a lot of pressure on myself, and a lot of that, for me, was about finding a moral high ground. As I've grown up, I've decided to abandon that because it made me judgmental and also stressed me out.

If you actually succeed in creating a utopia, you've created a world without conflict, in which everything is perfect. And if there's no conflict, there are no stories worth telling - or reading!

His voice is rough; it could be the thing that breaks me.

I am afraid that if I start to sob, I will never stop until I shrivel up like a raisin.