I don’t think there’s ever what could be called a "chilled state" in my head.

I was rejected in school because I didn't look like the big-breasted, beautiful girls. I was awkward and sad. My mother always said, "Be original!" but I didn't understand until I changed to be like everyone else.

I don't like guys who will lie down and take it. I want someone who'll fight back. I like people who can argue well.

People care about people who care about themselves.

I'm controlling, and I want everything orderly, and I need lists. My mind goes a mile a minute. I'm difficult on every single level.

I grew up in a way where I didn't realize there were limitations.I always thought I could speak my mind.

We don't have to pretend to be something that we're not.