I like to think of myself as a New Yorker, which is pathetic.
I had a friend whose family had dinner together. The mother would tuck you in at night and make breakfast in the morning. They even had a spare bike for a friend. It just seemed so amazing to me.
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.
Everyone has flaws. It's a matter of finding the ones you can live with.
The idea of licking stamps seemed great fun for me.