I'm very lucky in that I still experience highs and lows. And I think those lows are important. But I am not totally paralyzed, and it keeps me from just complete state of paralysis - and emotionally and really kind of almost physically.

I didn't feel so different until maybe, like, around third grade. Kids started blaming me for my people killing Jesus.

I don't set out to offend or shock, but I also don't do anything to avoid it.

People say, like, "I love when you smile because part of your mouth goes up," then I never organically smile again.

I enjoy the last quarter of all basketball games.

You're supposed to have friends you can tell anything to.

As soon as a woman is old enough to have an opinion and have a voice and be unafraid, she's very much encouraged by all sorts of people to crawl under a rock and die. And it's so weird. My crime is not dying.