I feel like a blonde nothingness, alone in my own body ...... Today it's not drugs that fill my body, its despair.

I feel like a dog who has been to the vet too many times.

I'm a private person. I'm shy about people knowing things.

Everything has positive and negative consequences.

I do not want to die of this disease. So I say to God: "It is seriously time for a miracle."

As I've gotten older, I've found that I can have men as friends. I used to not be able to.

Stress is what feeds your cancer. Stress is what gives you cancer and then there's the paparazzi giving you stress.