Then my life crashed and burned down: trials, men, drama, no self-love, no identity. A little identity, but not a lot of love for myself, my life.

God loves me and sent his son to die for me so I have to live to please him because he saved me when everyone abandoned me.

I can't just make a song people can dance in a club to... it still has to be real.

I remember a time when all my fans were crying and sad and going through hell. Now, we're trying to uplift each other and accept ourselves for who we are, even if nobody else does.

When I was five years old I was molested and just, you know. I remember feeling, literally right before it happened, I just could not believe that this person was going to do this to me. That thing followed me all my life. The shame of thinking my molestation was my fault - it led me to believe I wasn't worth anything.

Sometimes I frown and I don't realise it.

I've learned so much from all my mistakes. I just wish I had gotten my education.