Solitude scares me. It makes me think about love, death, and war. I need distraction from anxious, black thoughts.

I was afraid of not living up to what people expected me to be.

I am not finding pregnancy much of a joy. I am afraid of childbirth, but I am afraid I can't find a way of avoiding it.

The world today doesn't please me.

No more hard work than look beautiful with eight in the morning until midnight.

Have you ever heard of a good marriage growing in front of the cameras?

Do you have to have a reason for loving?