How can I ask anyone to love me when all I do is beg to be left alone?

In a strange way, I'm way more comfortable onstage than anywhere else.

I still don't know what Episcopalian means.

I volunteered at UCLA's occupational therapy ward, where there are lots of kids with autism and emotional problems. I just wanted to prove to myself that I could not break down and cry at everything, and that I could just help somebody else. The one thing I really remember was that when we would take them out of the hospital for a walk around campus, they would freak out the most when we were waiting for the elevator. I remember the guy at the elevator said to himself, "Transitions are the hardest." And I said to myself, "Transitions are always the hardest."

I used to love to make things - you couldn't drag me away for dinner because I was always writing a story or something.

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

I only write when I'm angry or sad, so because that's when I just have to write... If I'm having a good time and I'm happy and things are going really well, why would I want to stop what I'm doing to go and write at the piano?