I've gradually grown more comfortable with who I am and what I am.
If you think before you speak the other guy gets his joke in first.
I couldn't make sense of things. But then I began the process of civilising myself and trying to become a decent human being. I'm still working on it.
The whole fame and fortune thing is addictive.
The older I've got, the easier I've found it to accept myself. I think I've finally learnt not to beat myself up so much.
I was racing through life, utterly confused and angry. I don't know if I was out of control; it was more like I felt frustrated with myself and everything I saw happening around me.