I've got a new relationship and I'm trapped in this old life.
I spent most of my life locked in my bedroom, miserable about my raging acne.
I'm totally convinced I can write the perfect pop song.
I like to think of myself as a New Yorker, which is pathetic.
How strange, when your father's wearing women's clothes and platform shoes, that a pair of loafers looks incredible.
I don't want to lose my name because that's how I know myself. There is a legacy here.