My mother tells this story that when I first went to school, I thought I was going to help the teachers. I didn't realize I was going to get educated.
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.
I think I have a dark view of the world. I have to make everything funny, otherwise it all seems so sad.
I'm totally convinced I can write the perfect pop song.
I grew up with too much freedom. You can't define yourself.