Sorry Not Sorry: Dreams, Mistakes, and Growing Up

by Naya Rivera

If I had a dollar for every time my mom reminded me that God had a plan, I’d probably use them to buy a new Prada bag.

In the end, I do wish that Lea and I had gotten along better, but I’m not losing sleep over it. I don’t trust people who claim to like everyone, because, really, how is that possible? If that is true, then you must not have any standards. If you care about your life, then there are going to be certain people you don’t want in it.

So when life gives me lemons, I say fuck it and drink champagne.