I used to get a shiver if I thought about holding balloons, because I was scared of floating away.

I wanted to write a happy song. I didn't know how.

These days I don't know who really likes me. I always assume most people are bullshitting me.

This world is bullshit. And you shouldn't model your life — wait a second — you shouldn't model your life about what you think that we think is cool and what we're wearing and what we're saying and everything. Go with yourself. Go with yourself.

Home is where my habits have a habitat

Five years from now I'm probably going to look back on the things I'm doing and cringe.

I've done things that can be made fun of. It's not such a bad thing. If I'm going to end up a role model, then I'd rather not end up being the kind of role model that pretends to be perfect, and pretends that she always has the right thing to say. I'm a product of role models that didn't make me feel like I was as good as them.