Everyone with an iPhone is a journalist in their own way now, especially because we live in a tabloid culture.

There's a million people I could name who are more deserving of the parts that I get and the life that I'm living.

That's what you do when you have a really strict family and you rebel - you just go do whatever you can that would make their skin crawl. I wanted all the sexiest stuff I could find, and that was a very empowering moment for me, to use my money that I earned and buy things that no one else might see me wear - but I was going to wear them and feel powerful.

Self-loathing doesn't keep me from being happy. But that doesn't mean I don't struggle.

I'm horrible to live with. I don't clean. My clothes end up wherever I take them off. I forget to flush the toilet.

Almost everything I say, no matter how innocent my intentions are, seems to get sort of manipulated and sensationalized and turned into some ridiculous news story.

I definitely have some kind of mental problem and I haven't pinpointed what it is.