You deal. You survive. You grow up and you build a career. And you remember these big/little hardships. They make you human.

Why, when people are starving, am I on a carpet that's red? Because I'm "important"? Because I'm "famous"? That's not how I roll.

It was hard to leave my school. I've been going to the same school since kindergarden.

And I hope you find it, what your looking for, and I hope it's everything you dreamed your life could be and so much more

I have four shelves covered with journals that I've written. Dad and I are writing songs together. I've probably written 100 songs.

No matter how long what I'm doing here lasts, I want to be a songwriter for the rest of my life. I love it and it's my escape.

Remember that only God can judge us; forget the haters, because Somebody loves you.