I grew up doing musical theater.

Sometimes you have good days, and sometimes you have bad days. It really depends on how much caffeine you've had.

I could never rap, personally. I can't even wrap presents.

I do all kind of fun things when I'm unconscious.

I hate mirrors; every time I look in one I see things that could be improved. If I could give my younger self any advice it would be: ‘Take a deep breath, the world is not ending – and do something with your hair.’ I had the same haircut from when I was a toddler all the way through high school, it was this weird side-parting. I didn’t like change.

I know I'm bitter and a little jaded, and mildly enjoy it, but am I a sad person? Am I happy? I plan on being happy in the future for sure, but it isn't here yet. So what does that make me, exactly?

Even in the worst of situations-even when it seems no one in the world appreciates you-as long as you have hope, everthing can get better