Tie me up, tie me down, make me moan real loud.

I love you - but don't touch me.

I was out once and had wine and I got sick to my stomach, and I vowed I would never drink again.

When I'm feeling down on myself or not feeling good about who I am, or maybe something happened and I'm feeling depressed, I eat to fill that void. Afterwards I'll beat myself up about it. I regret doing it, but I'll turn around and do it again.

I'm happy with the people that I have around me. And they've been friends of mine since I was young, for a very long time.

That's a part of me going back to what I used to do.

I'll meet a guy now, and the next thing I know they'll be sweating and their hands will be shaking. And I feel so bad - I don't even know what to say to them. Then there are other guys who come on too strong, and they're just all over you. The nice ones are the ones who are in-between - the ones who aren't scared and who aren't all over you.