Suddenly I've had enough of all this. I've had enough of being made to feel insecure and paranoid and wondering what's going on

The trouble with giving yourself a pep talk is, that deep down you know it's all bullshit.

There’s no such thing as ruining your life. Life’s a pretty resilient thing, it turns out.

The way I write is totally instinctive. I just write what I feel or what I find funny - and hope everyone else agrees.

I once tried to give him a friendly little "drugs chat". He politely corrected me on every single fact, then said he'd noticed I drank above the recommended guidelines of Red Bull and did I think I might have an addiction? That was the last time I tried to act like the older sister.

You're working for me cut out the attitude.

All this time, I wasn't hungry for success, I was hungry.