I think I'm not always what I seem.

I felt like I was a good woman, a good person. But I was sinking deeper and deeper into depression, because my soul wasn't living. I was purposely holding down my soul and my spirit. It was dying inside of me.

I made a conscious decision when I was about 17 years old to strive towards mediocrity. I completely abandoned the idea of grandeur and importance, and I wanted to be mediocre.

My family didn't have a lot of money, and I'm grateful for that. Money is the longest route to happiness.

As I grew older, I developed a very innate passion for art. I was actually pretty good at it.

I adore having people over to my home. My number one reason I love that is because I love to see people at ease with each other.

I've had boyfriends complain, "Wait, you don't want to see me?" No, I don't. I just want to hang out by myself. So screw off.