Most of the time I dress depending on my mood. I just throw on whatever I feel like wearing at the time, which tends to come from the palette of black, grey or red.

Everyone's projecting onto you, or you feel like everyone is judging you. I feel like I'm being judged a lot of the time. You become really self-conscious.

I've been blamed for everything, from smoking to heroin to anorexia.

All of a sudden to get all of this attention, and to be away from home and working all the time was hard. I was on planes all the time. I didn't see my friends. I cried a lot. It was quite terrifying.

I just haven't found anyone that I want to spend long periods of time with.

I got tired of feeling like Dracula. I wanted to see some daylight, and not just at six o’clock in the morning.

It's neurotic fat women who hate me--they're stupid