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

If alcohol is legal, I don't see why people still have a ban on marijuana.

I can cook, but I also want everything to look beautiful on the plate - then I get upset when people eat it. Everyone just tears through it, and that makes me sad. It's not a rewarding experience for me to cook.

My weight fluctuates constantly—I don't really take good care of myself. I just sort of exist and survive.

When I was 14, I thought I was the coolest kid in school because I told everyone the jokes in FHM.

I don't want to have people get completely sick of me before I've ever even done something legitimate.

I think you accidentally learn things in high school that turn out to be life lessons when you are able to step back a bit and study them in more depth.