I have a lot of friends who are trying to clean up their act, or that are still making trouble for themselves, so I’m definitely well-versed on what goes on in the mind and the heart of a person who self-destructs as their coping mechanism, and also what they’re like when you take their preferred substance away.

The person sending ironic text messages has no idea that their voice does not sound so great in text. There's no dry sense of humor in a text. It comes off as a little bit shitty.

Sometimes the things that come out of my mouth are mortifying.

My hair is such a statement that it's like a neon sign asking for trouble.

I'm a text artist. It's an unsung art form because it's so ahead of its time.

There are epic downsides to living a somewhat public life. The upshot of that is there's nothing to hide. It's a relief in a way. There's nothing about me that can't be said.

Life is a wildly transient thing with people coming into your life and dropping away. It definitely takes work to maintain relationships.