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

Well, I'm working all the time to stay out of trouble!

I think if two people love each other, then what the hell? I think that everyone should have the chance to be equally miserable, if they want. It's the new tolerant me!

I need to keep working on myself for a while.

I just can't sit back and wallow, In my own sorrow, but I know one fact: I'll be one tough act to follow.

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

When I say I'll murder my baby's mother, maybe I wanted to but I didn't. Anybody who takes it literally is 10 times sicker than I am.