I write in my sleep. I don't know how, but I'll work on a song, go to sleep and it's finished when I wake up.

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.

Everyone is constantly transitioning.

The dreams that you hold for your future are what you dream about at night. They’re always at the back of your mind. They’re what your heart desires. They keep you going. Accept reality and have a backup plan, but always follow your dreams no matter what.

I thought that we were getting somewhere, but we're still nowhere at all. I watch your tail lights fading, I try but a tear won't fall.

My mom always says if my head weren't attached to my neck I would love it because literally so much is going on that I have no time to think about anything. I just constantly have to be on my toes and do whatever is needed at a moments notice.

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