Some days, if it wasn't for my magazine, i'd give up on existence. It's the one thing i actually do right in life. Friends, boys, money, school, parents; not so much

I'm worried that my little brother is going to be jealous of his best friend in a year or two.

All it takes is seeing a few people that want to see me. No ulterior motives. They just enjoy my company. I love my friends a lot.

I think curfews are unsafe when driving because kids won't leave early to get home on time, they'll leave late and go 90 to get home.

I'm a smart girl. I should stop hurting myself. I'm in a terrible situation. Like a drug addiction. They don't have this type of rehab.

Soon i will no longer be a teenager and that freaks me out. Who will i be then? I remember wondering if i'd be pretty when i grew up.

Midnight, a 50 year old couple is parked at the avenue in their minivan screaming to 98 rock, and making out. I hope one day i'm that lucky.