I hollowed out, stopped listening to music, never picked up a pencil, started slipping into old habits. All of the vibrancy I used to see became de-saturated. Lost Slowly, once I had done enough damage to myself, I began to climb out of the hole. Clean. When I made it out, the only thing left inside was the voice, and for the second time in my life, I no longer ignored it - because it was my own.

Jody Houser, who writes Mother Panic, has this noir-ish superhero style. She's very adaptable.

I am not afraid to keep on living. I am not afraid to walk this world alone. Honey if you stay you'll be forgiven, nothing you can say will set me going home.

I think spirituality, even if there's no God, even if there's nothing - I consider myself relatively spiritual. I believe in a God. I don't know what it's like, but I do believe in it. It's the only thing that makes any sense. Maybe I'm just looking for order in the chaos. Though, I do believe in Evolution and I do believe in science.

The best thing about wearing black is that you can hide pretty easily, unless you're in like Hawaii, then you can't hide.

There's something very romantic about self-destruction and sabotaging your life, and taking a hammer to it.

I still write music, and I still have sessions, and I still record, but I have no plans.