So I guess I'm a fool, I'm a fool in love. But I'm willing to stay here, and bask in the glory of his heart.

Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me.

I definitely want to go and do some more research. My dad used to make me sit outside on the steps all night long, looking for a UFO flying by and I had to do that for years.

I like Toronto; the people are really chill.

I hate drama. But at the same time, nothing bothers me more than when life's perfect. And that's the sick part. I just love a challenge, whether it's a relationship, my career, clothing.

My way probably wont work for most people but the more I got naked the more comfortable I felt.

If I cry, it's because I'm very angry and I can't do anything about it because I've run into a dead end. That's when the tears would come down.