I Think People Who Struggle To Define

I Came Out Of The Make-up Trailer With 400 Whiteheads On My Face And They Were Like, "kristen, Come On!" I Was Like, "what? It's Realistic! I Had Whiteheads In High School," And They Were Like, "no, Let's Just Go With Regular, Standard, Run Of The Mill Acne."

I Loved Catholic School. I Didn't Like Being Beeped At By Old Pervs At The Gas Station Because I Was Wearing A Plaid Skirt, Though. It's Like, Do You Think I'm Going To Stop And Give You My Phone Number?

Your Dynamic With Everyone Will Change When You Graduate High School. High School Is A Pit Of Despair. It's A Swirling Tornado Of Insecurities And There's Really Nothing Good About It.

I'm Empathetic To A Fault. I Really Do - Embarrassingly Enough - Tear Up When Someone Squishes A Bug In Front Of Me.

I Had A Lot Of Insecure Moments In High School. It Wasn't All Peachy Keen. But, I Don't Necessarily Think That I Hated High School And Wanted To Crawl Into A Hole Either.