The thing about being an adult that no one tells you growing up is that you don't feel like an adult. All your stupid insecurities and anxieties are still there, only you feel more stupid and insecure about being stupid and insecure because you're not supposed be stupid and insecure anymore. You're supposed have the answers. You're supposed to know. But we don't always know. And those answers? They're not always easy to come by. Well you know what? I'm done feeling stupid and insecure about feeling stupid and insecure. The truth is, I think part of being an adult is that you stop waiting for yourself to change and you start to accept who you are.

When it's important enough, you speak up. You tell people what you need. You show them who you are. You ask. And you do this knowing there are consequences. There's collateral damage, but you've chosen this. So you can't feel guilty about it. You just can't.

Tyra: She's been a bitch to you since the fifth grade.
Emily: You know, you're right. Screw it.

Tyra: You can't keep them apart forever.
Emily: No, not forever. Just until he realizes that she's a predator.
Tyra: Will can take care of himself.
Emily: No, he won't see it coming. She's camouflaged as a regular person.

Nurse: Watch out. That girl's a barracuda. And apparently she's after you now.
Micah: The gossip in this place is out of control.

Emily: I'm very sorry that I dragged you into that adolescent nightmare.
Micah: You know what this means now? I'm gonna have to spread a rumor that I shot you down.
Emily: I'm used to it.

Emily; We let go all the time, of feelings, of people, of fear. We let go because we want to, because we have to. At the end of the day, there is no choice. We let go because if we don't, we'll never move on. Or at the very least, we try to.

Tyra: You've got your jocks, aka the orthopedic surgeons. Mean girls go into plastics. Your All-American, girl next door types, they're gonna be in OB. The true geeks, they're the neurologists. The rebels are in the ER. Stoners, anesthesia, and peds gets your sanctimonious church-goers.
Emily: How about us.
Tyra: Surgery's a melting pot, a little bit of everything, which basically means none of us get along.

Cassandra: Why are you stalking us? Are you scared I'm going to date your friend?
Emily: No.
Cassandra: You should be. I'm going to date your friend.

Micah: Doreen said she saw you come in here with half the vending machine. You alright?
Emily: Yeah, I'm really great. Except Gina hates me, my balvery backfired, my high school nemesis is being very nefarious, and these are stale.
Micah: I'm sorry. You lost me at...balvery?

Emily: You must think I'm incredibly self-absorbed.
Micah: No, just human. Now hand over the Ring Dings and get back to work.

Emily: I thought I would have some time to think about it.
Micah: That's why I didn't tell you in advance.
Emily: Are you saying that I overthink?
Micah: You're overthinking.

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Tyra: You've got your jocks, aka the orthopedic surgeons. Mean girls go into plastics. Your All-American, girl next door types, they're gonna be in OB. The true geeks, they're the neurologists. The rebels are in the ER. Stoners, anesthesia, and peds gets your sanctimonious church-goers.
Emily: How about us.
Tyra: Surgery's a melting pot, a little bit of everything, which basically means none of us get along.

I wasn't one of those kids who thrived in high school. I was geeky. Alright, I was very geeky...high school was rough. But, you know what got me through? The knowledge that I'd outgrow all those feelings of insecurity and in

Emily