Ashley

“Men get so impressed by references,” Mom once told me. “It’s their love language. All you gotta do is know a couple lines from The Big Lebowski and you’re golden. I once said ‘The Dude abides’ to a guy and you’d have thought I blew him.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“I've tried not to ask for much, and to expect even less. I've tried to make them feel funny when they say all the same jokes, feel smart when they all have the same point of view, feel right when a quick Google search confirms that they're not. I've tried to laugh on cue, smile on cue, compliment on cue. I've watered down my personality to a cardboard cutout version of myself, and I thought that was fine so long as my body showed up in 4D with bells and whistles, ready to grab and grope and lick and suck.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“We start our walk. He asks me about my future and I ask him about his past, and something in that feels heavy—the assumption that my life is ahead of me and his is behind him. That twenty years is the difference
between a life that’s considered yet to be lived and one that’s considered over.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age

“This is worse than the dull ache of loneliness or the skin-crawl of anxiety. This is all my worst fears combined, drowning me, swallowing me whole. I'm unlovable. I'm unworthy. I'm too much and not enough at the same time. I'm a child. I'm stupid. I'm naive. I'm ugly. I'm too sensitive. Too emotional. Too angry. Too fucking angry.”
― Jennette McCurdy, Half His Age