Honesty has always worked for me.

Sometimes, you promise someone forever, but it doesn't work that way.

Like my freedom. If I feel like I'm being controlled, I get crazy. Because I know I made it this far by following my intuition. I think people like who I am, and I like who I am, and I want to be a better version of myself every single day. So stop controlling me!

Do you ever feel like a plastic bag, drifting throught the wind, wanting to start again. Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin, like a house of cards, one blow from caving in.

I really love going to shows where I'm sandwiched between people, and you don't know if the sweat on you is yours or the person's next to you.

Beautiful mind, tortured soul. I do have to figure out why I am attracted to these broken birds.

My mother is very emotional as well, but my dad is more of the guts of the family. He was the main preacher, so he kind of had this little Pentecostal flair, but they are born-again.