I would say that jazz is my own language.

I really thought I was on the way out. My husband Blake saved my life. Often I don't know what I do, then the next day the memory returns. And then I am engulfed in shame.

I do suffer from depression, I suppose. Which isn't that unusual. You know, a lot of people do.

I like pin-up girls. I'm more of a boy than a girl. I'm not a lesbian, though - not before a sambuca anyway.

I only write about stuff that’s happened to me.. stuff I can’t get past personally. Luckily, I'm quite self-destructive.

I'm a young woman and I'm going to write about what I know.

I don't think I'm such an amazing person who needs to be written about.