My mom made me think I was gorgeous. When I was younger she was like, 'Look at you! You're an angel. You sparkle!' And I was like, 'I do!' You believe your parents.

I care about what the people I care about think about me. It's a short list, but I really care about what those people think.

I finally just slept with my high school crush. But I swear; now he expects me to go to his graduation - like I know where I'm going to be in three years.

We had to break up, though. We wanted different things - like he wanted kids and I wanted him to hear.

You know what they say: 'Once you go black, your parents don't talk to you anymore.

You know what the worst part about my drinking is? When I'm drunk I slur. You know, like I say racial slurs. Wow, nobody likes that at a barbeque.

Don't feel bad for me. I think I'm, like, so pretty.