I can't eat more than six hundred dollars worth of food.

I never thought to ever ask for money. I was so stupid.

I don't understand why God took him and didn't take me.

A ghost would crawl up my leg and have sex with me at an apartment a long time ago in Texas. I used to think it was my boyfriend, and one day I woke up and it wasn't. I was freaked out about it, but then I was, like, 'Well, you know what? He's never hurt me and he just gave me some amazing sex, so I have no problem.

Marrying into money was not a good thing for me.

I've been craving peanut butter-and-mayonnaise fried cheese sandwiches.

I don't have a boyfriend right now. I'm looking for anyone with a job that I don't have to support.