For me personally, as much as I don't understand my mom and dad and as much as I feel sorry for them sometimes, I can't help but love them very much.

I have decided that maybe I want to write when I grow up. I just don't know what I would write.

I was looking at the photographs and I started thinking that there was a time when these weren't memories.

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.

deep down...she's a good woman...you should be proud of her." When I told my mom about this, she just looked very sad because he could never say those things to her. Not ever. Not even when he walked her down the aisle.

All I could do is lie there and think about how much her voice changed when she asked me if she was pretty, and how much she changed when I answered.

My dad said I did the right thing. I hope I did, but it's hard to tell sometimes.