Five years from now I'm probably going to look back on the things I'm doing and cringe.
The only reason that it takes me seven years to do stuff is because I just don't really have a plan.
Love is love, and there will never be too much.
It's true/ I do imbue my blue unto myself/ I make it bitter.
I would really like to go back to school. I would love it now.
I wanted to write a happy song. I didn't know how.