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'm always happy to blow up any misconceptions that people have about stage school cos everyone thinks it's really nasty there but it's not.

I've never been a boyfriend kind of girl.

We only said goodbye with words I died a hundred time, you go back to her and I go back to black.

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

I was gutted to leave my boyfriend at home when I started my tour, but taking my pillow was like taking a little bit of him with me.

I wouldn't say I'm a feminist, but I don't like girls pretending to be stupid because it's easier.