It occurred to me, when I was old enough to make rules of my own, that they should be fair and simple.

I'm totally convinced I can write the perfect pop song.

I think I have a dark view of the world. I have to make everything funny, otherwise it all seems so sad.

I've got a new relationship and I'm trapped in this old life.

I grew up with too much freedom. You can't define yourself.

I spent most of my life locked in my bedroom, miserable about my raging acne.

I don't want to lose my name because that's how I know myself. There is a legacy here.