Sometimes you just have to let crap slide when it comes to adults acting like kids, because that can be a beautiful thing. True? True.

Do anything! Something! Because you start a revolution one decision at a time, with each breath you take.

Sometimes I actually hope that he did once feel empty and hopeless and helpless enough to slash his wrists to the bone, because if he felt that horrible and survived to be such a fantastic grown-up, then maybe there’s hope for me.

You could have that sort of life if you ask God for it. If you give your life to God, He will provide for you in marvelous ways. He promises us that. If He takes care of the sparrows, how much more will He take care of us?

Do people actually do that – go back and thank their teachers years later, when they’re no longer handicapped by youth and ignorance, when they figure out just how much their teachers actually did for them?

There are no guarantees when it comes to such treacherous things as friendship. It’s a tricky business.

I want to have an assistant someday who will make freaky teens cool T-shirts so that they can do good things in style. I want to be Donna. So frickin’ much.

It was like once again someone was labeling me and putting me in a box just as soon I expressed myself.

I haven’t been home for years. My mother’s lack of a filter.

So I wore the lesbian comments like a mask that kept everything I really loved private and safe and beyond the dirty grasp of the people who didn’t know the real, true me and never would.