In The Sea Of Grief, There Were

I Always Thought It Was What I Wanted: To Be Loved And Admired. Now I Think Perhaps I'd Like To Be Known.

I Know About Forgiving People And Loving Them Anyway, Even After They Hurt You.

I Can Be A Little Ocd When It Comes To My Writing.

To Make Real Friends You Have To Put Yourself Out There. Sometimes People Will Let You Down, But You Can't Let That Stop You. If You Get Hurt, You Just Pick Yourself Up, Dust Off Your Feelings, And Try Again.

It's Not A Date. I Bought My Own Drink And I Didn't Shave My Legs.