I'm obsessed with five different things a day. It's like lightbulbs in a Christmas light chain.

I read a lot - surveys of vernacular music. A lot of it is the Harry Smith Anthology of American Folk Music, which I've loved since I was in high school. They had it at the library and I always thought that was interesting, even when I was into punk and stuff. Just the history of storytelling and the amount of melancholy a lot of old music has.

I realized I had written maybe, I dunno, the first ever asexual love song. Where it's really just about a fear of dying alone - you need contact, you need love, you need empathy. You need this relationship but if there's no sex involved, people act like it's not a legitimate relationship.

When I got hit by the car, I became depressed. As a result, I've been on antidepressants and I feel like I have no sexuality left. People complain about that side effect, but I love it. I feel outside of society.

I don't leave my room, and all I am surrounded by are guitars and equipment, y'know? It's not always the best place to be.

I've been going through some personal things that have stirred up a lot of old wounds.

It's made me cynical at a young age to see how overlooked certain groups I've admired are.