I'm passionate, I'm driven at my job and I also am compassionate with people. We all think we can save somebody that we love.

Where you really have your eggs in one basket and that breach happens and you know you should go but you're still in love and you just don't know what to do. It hits you because it's not like -- you're a cheater, and a liar, and I hate you, and you're no good, and I'm leaving. It's not that. It's like, I'm tormented. Even though you've done this and I know it, I still don't know what to do. I know I should go, but I don't want to. And that's why it's such a f***ed-up thing.

Until you value yourself enough and love yourself enough to know that, you can't really have a healthy relationship.

I only do what my gut tells me to. I think it's smart to listen to other people's advice, but at the end of the day, you're the only one who can tell you what's right for you.

The weirdest thing about me is that I like to walk around naked.

Whenever it feels uncomfortable to tell the truth, that's often the most important time to tell it.

I honestly wear myself out walking around, fixing this and fixing that. Maybe that's why I like to work so much - so I can just get to that moment where I'm like, "Whoa." I have to be super tired and knocked out to stop!