I don't have emotional needs, only physical ones.

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 always try to write a song to work things out with myself and I want to do it with a little punchline at the end, because I never want to remember anything bad in my life.

If I died tomorrow, I would be a happy girl.

I couldn't resist him, his eyes were like yours, his hair was exactly the shade of brown. He's just not as tall, but I couldn't tell, it was dark and I was lying down.

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

Life is so much more rewarding if you strive for something, rather than take what's given to you on a plate.