The thing that has been weighing on my mind this week is that I wanted to go and save all the little live lobsters in restaurants and throw them back in the ocean. Imagine me being arrested for that.

The older you get, the few slumber parties there are, and I hate that. I liked slumber parties. What happened to them?

I'm okay with the idea that slow and steady wins the race.

My therapist says I still haven't got in touch with my anger. Maybe one day I'm going to explode. But I'm still really happy. I know it looks like a strange and painful upbringing - all those experiences led me to the paths that I'm on now.

I've never dated anybody older, actually. There are so many things I'm curious about, and I'd love to be able to say, "Teach me." I want to learn from the people around me.

I don't cook, I can't cook, and it is really abominable to see me in the kitchen. I order in takeaway food or get my friends to cook because a lot of them are very good.

I think happiness is what makes you pretty. Period. Happy people are beautiful. They become like a mirror and they reflect that happiness.