I pretend I'm not hurt, I walk about the world like I'm having fun.
In New York I pretty much live in diners - I order French Fries, Diet Coke floats and lots of coffee.
I'm not like a persona. I'm not a caricature of myself.
The road is long, we carry on, try to have fun in the meantime.
I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul, no moral compass pointing due north, no fixed personality; just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean.
I want to find someone who's really magnetic but who isn't going to do anything bad to me. It's hard.