Who I am inside determines how I feel about my body instead of the other way around

It's exciting for people to define who they are in relation to what I write - whether it be by loving or hating it.

Why are you so petrified of silence, here can you handle this? Did you think about your bills, your ex, your deadlines or when you think you're gonna die? Or did you long for the next distraction.

I find as an artist if I'm not expressed relatively consistently, I get really depressed.

I'm doing it because I choose it. And if it's not working, I can make a change.

The people that were invested in me staying the same way after a decade will most likely by default have to be disappointed.

I'm sad, but I'm laughing.