Whenever I get frustrated, I tell myself, you could be working at a 7-Eleven right now, so never take for granted what you do for a living.

I'm unbelievably claustrophobic, and I have really bad anxiety. There were a few moment when I was very dramatic and thought, 'I'm not going to live through this. I'm going to hyperventilate and just die. Right here in jail.'

I had a wonderful childhood. My parents were a dream to me.

You read stuff about yourself and you think, My God, where are these people coming up with these things? Why am I the one that they're picking on?

I'm not saying that anybody should like me. Give me a chance before you form that opinion.

Everybody deserves a second chance in this world. That's basically all I ask.

I was raised to stand up for myself, if I feel I'm in the right. Maybe it would have been best if I'd just gone home with my swollen cheek.