So you eat, you sleep, and then this wonderful child comes out, but you don't feel like you have any control over that process, over her, over her character and who she is.

Last year's troubles, They shine up so prettily, They gleam with a lustre they don't have today.

I was always inventing characters and making up stories.

Yes I think I'm okay, walked into the door again.

Don't make a threat and then not do it.

You have to defend your honor. And your family.

I dont think gender is aesthetically defining for me.