I have the mouth of a sailor.

All girls hit that phase where they like the bad boy. I grew out of that really young and I have a wonderful guy in my life who's not a bad boy at all. I like the satiric, consistent nice guy.

We as human beings are slightly masochistic. Everybody is ridden with insecurities and they manifest themselves in different ways, whether you're a pleaser, you're mean, you're super-duper sweet and get walked on, or you're a gossip that talks about someone else.

I was so paranoid that my friends wouldn't like me. I went to a very small school where the consequences of bullying were very real. You couldn't just push some nameless face in the hallway because everybody knew each other's families, so there wasn't the obligatory psychotic jackass that tortured everybody.

You don't know a good thing until it's gone.And found something else

I'm empathetic to a fault. I really do - embarrassingly enough - tear up when someone squishes a bug in front of me.

I'll always be figuring out what parts I want to play, because I want to play all parts. I'm a very hungry actress.