The drinking was getting way out of control. I just didn't recognize myself anymore. I didn't know what I was doing or where I was. I always had to have some drinks with me in my bag. Just waking up shaking and then having Bloody Marys on your own, first thing in the morning-I started to feel really pathetic about it. So I was like, "I can't live like this." It was just this really awful feeling of becoming a totally different person and not being able to control it at all. Then I tried to not drink, but that didn't work. So I figured I should just go to rehab.

Being in rehab it's no fun. But afterwards it's like the best thing ever. I didn't want to leave.

I just like a good, honest personality. I like a real person, not somebody who is pretending to be something that they're not. That really annoys me.

I feel guilty about smoking way too much - and I have a bit of an addiction to chocolate milk shakes, which is not good.

I’ve never dreamed of becoming a model. As a child I was bullied and insulted as ugly

The most fun thing ever is having sex in a really naughty place or something. That would be pretty fun. The location usually makes it quite kinky in itself.

I think of dieting, then I eat pizza.