I still don't know how to drive. I don't go anywhere, really. My brother drives me. I walk around my neighborhood but I don't go anywhere, nor do I want to.

I never went to concerts when I was a kid, so I never knew if what I was doing onstage was right.

There aren't many poster children for cool angst. Everybody thinks it's cool if you're the bad girl.

I also just accept that I might never want to write a song again.

Dreams can be deceiving, like faces are to hearts.

Even though I found you on an ordinary day, it felt like I found a precious pearl in an oyster when I deep dived into the sea. Baby, you are really that precious to me.

I'm here because of what I write. Obviously, I must know something