I try to not work too many Sundays. At least on Sunday nights, I try to chill out a little bit. I call it Sunday Funday.

I lay in bed at night by myself and I’m totally okay, and that’s so much stronger than the person three years ago, who would have thought they would have died if they didn’t have a boyfriend.

There were so many things I have had to say sorry for that I wasn’t sorry about.

As soon as I read the script for Hannah Montana, I knew it kinda related to me. I wanted to disguise myself as not some celebrity's daughter, just be me and find people that like me for me.

The struggles I'm facing, The chances I'm taking, Sometimes might knock me down, But no, I'm not breaking.

Hopefully my hair grows really quick, I want it long again

Embarrassment is the worst! It's the feeling of having your entire body go numb and not knowning what to do with yourself for that one moment