A hot producer might not make a hot beat for me. I just love music.

I suffer from depression. Severe cases of it. Not one case of depression, not a severe case, but severe cases of depression. Music is my only outlet, it's therapeutic to me. It's a release. It's how I vent emotionally.

I vent through my music. That's the only outlet I have.

I did a lot of drugs. I didn't do multiple drugs, but I overindulged in whatever drug of choice.

I just always wanted to study human behavior because every psychologist that I would talk to would tell me I was bipolar, and I know I'm not bipolar, so I had to perform a psychoanalysis on myself to find out that I have unresolved grief.

Whatever an individual chooses to do with themselves, long as it doesn't affect me and they're respectful with it, I don't care what they do. Because I'm not perfect and I have flaws, so who would I be to be judgmental?

The Notebook ... that’s my favorite one. I’ve read that book 30 times. It gives a true depiction of two people that are in love.