I wore Nietzsche's eyes. Now that I step back to see, I haven't been me.
Feminists were psyched that I had armpit hair
I wanted to be a cheerleader, like my sister was - all the most popular and beautiful girls are cheerleaders and I wanted that, and it demolished this vision of myself. That's when I found the piano, when music saved me; that's when I first attempted to write my own songs.
I am searching for the truth. Somewhere, it's in the music.
I don't like to sit and bask in my own awards. Awards represent artistic death to me.
Just watching my cats can make me happy.