I don’t have the best dating track record.
Sometimes, you just have to take a step back and realise what’s important in your life, what you can live with, and more importantly, what you can’t live without.
Tomorrow will be better.
It just is what it is. It’s not always fair.
Anyway, he’s gone. Which, as you know, is how I like my men.
I would so much rather have a few of good friends than a lot of fake friends.
This is my chance to make it all happen, in the one city, where they say dreams come true.
I’m a bad dater. I’m the most socially awkward person, like carrying on conversations and stuff.
I don’t really have a talent. I can’t sing or act or dance or perform, those talents. All I can do is be myself.
It’s about empowering girls, You’re gonna have bad boyfriends and best friends-turned-enemies. You need to be yourself, you need to work hard, and you’ll get there.
There’s always that one guy that you will always go back to. Even though you date other people in between, you are always in the back of your mind hoping to run into that guy.
I learn a little more and I change a little bit.
I think that everyone can change if the right person comes along, and I think that every girl wants to be the right person.
Best friends are forever. That’s why they’re called BFFs.
I just don’t really want to settle and I don’t think I should have to.
As soon as I walk out that door, you’re gonna decide you want me back. You might even tell yourself that you’re in love with me. But you’re not. You never will be.
In case you didn’t notice me, I’m the less attractive friend to the right.
My Dad always told me ‘Flowers mean I’m sorry, chocolates mean I love you.’
Jane was wearing a charcoal shift dress. The black dipped into a love V accented with a large black chiffon bow. A layer of delicate black lace peeked out from the bottom of her dress. Her long blond hair was pulled back tightly into a straight ironed ponytail. Her makeup was simple: coral blush on her cheeks and gunmetal shadow brushed under her blue eyes.
Always choose Paris.
It was good not to forget where you came from, she thought. Good to appreciate how much better things were now.