I refuse to step inside the ring and fight like a gladiator against my own. I'm not playing that game. Any woman who has survived a year or more of making music has my undying respect.

I wouldn't say that cutting was pleasurable, but there is a sense of euphoria that follows cutting yourself. The quick pinch of pain and the sight of blood snaps you back to the surface and you start to appreciate being alive.

Somehow or another, my mother taught me to push through my fear, always. Feel the fear and do it anyway.

That's a difficult question, because to consider yourself a rebel is sort of ridiculous.

In terms of fitting in, you know, I don't have a lot of armor up. I'm a raw nerve and it's really uncomfortable for a lot of people.

I'm 41, I'm a woman, not a kid. I have no interest in making silly pop music.

I am a contradictory mess but I see it as my prerogative to change my mood like the weather.