Often, we treat people the way we want to be treated instead of the way they want to be treated.

You know what Pick-a-Flick Fridays are.

When I found myself counting the minutes until lunch, I knew I didn’t belong there.

The irony is that Adrienne loved Los Angeles. Whether she was a hippie in Venice, a rocker in Hollywood, or an ordinary kid in Burbank, she appreciated everything LA has to offer.

To me, sixteen is an age when we think we know everything, yet we know almost nothing.

If this is a marriage proposal, then it has to be the worst one ever. 

Whether they are in your face, inside your inbox, or on Facebook, bullies suck.

With people commenting from Africa, Europe, and Asia, I feel like I’m on a world tour with none of the perks. 

How come we are willing to spend money on other people but not on ourselves?