When I was in seventh grade my mom caught me smoking cigarettes and punished me by making me smoke the entire carton. All it did was piss me off because I was out of cigarettes.

The only problems I've ever had with being honest is telling people how I feel about them or saying how I feel about other people.

My mum and I have an incredible friendship now after a mixture of pain, honesty, unconditional love and a long break from each other

I tend to put my foot in my mouth. I'm not good at being diplomatic. I tend to piss people off.

I'd rather bleed with cuts of love than live without any scars.

I know I should stop smoking, but it scares me. I mean, what would I turn to next?

My definition of freedom is knowing who you are, and then being it. No matter what anyone else is doing. And naked parties of course.