Music is a vital part of my life, and it has been since I was a kid. It helped me find my identity as a person, it helped me find my identity as an artist, and it helped me get in touch with emotions that I didn't know I had.

So I started shoveling Bob's driveway, which is a strange thing to do at a New Years Eve Party

Despite everything my mom and doctor and dad have said to me about blame, I can't stop thinking what I know. And I know that my aunt Helen would still be alive today if she just bought me one present like everybody else. She would be alive if I were born on a day that didn't snow.

I really think that everyone should have watercolors, magnetic poetry, and a harmonica.

I feel like a big faker because I've been putting my life back together, and nobody knows.

He was the boy that made mix tapes with themes and hand-colored covers until the day he hit my sister and stopped crying.

It's just hard to see a friend hurt this much. Especially when you can't do anything except 'be there.' I just want to make him stop hurting, but I can't. So I just follow him around whenever he wants to show me his world.