Nothing that's ever happened has taken away the optimist in me. It's always, "Whatever-let's go to Disneyland." Yes, I have my bleak, tortured-artist moments, but you have to hold on to what's positive.

I just want one day off when I can go swimming and eat ice cream and look at rainbows.

I'm very hard on myself and I have too many issues.

There's an answer, if you reach into your soul, and the sorrow that you know will melt away.

A lot of people are singing about how screwed up the world is, and I don't think that everybody wants to hear about that all the time.

People are always asking, 'Is everything ok?' Look, I was not depressed, ok? I was just freaking exhausted.

She smiles through a thousand tears, and harbors adolescent fears. She dreams of all that she can never be, she wades in insecurity.