Remember what to do when you're at the bottom of a hole? You've got to stop digging.

Prior to being bullied, I was a very footloose sixth-grader. You know, I was quirky, I was creative - I really felt good in my own body. And when I was bullied in seventh grade, my self-esteem tanked.

My own experience being bullied - it made me a more compassionate person. It made me more sympathetic to the adolescent experience.

I love being reminded that existence itself is all about the tangling of souls.

Everything you do to other people affects them, and how you treat people affects them.

I miss CDs. I miss listening to a whole album, even the lame songs that sometimes grow on you.