It sometimes feels like a strange movie, you know, it's all so weird that sometimes I wonder if it is really happening.

I was poor white trash, no glitter, no glamour, but I'm not ashamed of anything.

I am whatever you say I am; if I wasn't, then why would you say I am.

Insecure about my body, about my personality, sometimes even about my understanding of everything.

Sometimes you just gotta let sh-t go and say 'to hell with it' and move on.

I always wished for this, but it's almost turning into more of a nightmare than a dream.

It's a trip when people take sobriety for granted. Feeling trapped in my addiction and then getting sober - you appreciate it so much more, because I didn't know if I would ever know what it's like to feel normal again, ever.