I was adopted legally around age three, but it's not like this thing I think about when I wake up every day. I was adopted by my foster parents, so I was comfortable with them. I wasn't in this alien place.

If you can't be psyched about your own thoughts, then how are you supposed to have a meaningful interaction with anyone?

I'm not trying to prove that I'm capable of doing many things.

Sometimes I'll hit a note and sometimes I don't. Why not at least try?

I just want to scream: "I'm being honest, I swear!" Maybe it's embarrassing, but I don't care anymore.

I listen to tapes a lot. I have a car that only (has a cassette player). I like the nostalgic factor.

The family that raised me are awesome people and they are my mother and my father and my brother and my sister. I've never viewed them as these "strangers" that took over. It's never been this crazy, dramatic, Lifetime-movie situation. It's been chill.