People have only two or three adjectives to describe people in the public eye. And that's okay. As long as those adjectives aren't train wreck, mess, terrible.

Sometimes bravery is as simple as following your gut.

I like shirts and sweaters that fall off the shoulder or plaid button-ups.

I have a terrifying long list of fears. Literally everything - diseases, spiders... and people getting tired of me.

I think that it's okay to be mad at someone who hurt you. This isn't about, like, the pageantry of trying to seem like nothing affects you.

So to you, or anyone else who has spent four minutes on me in some way-- listening to just one song, or watching one of my videos….Thank you. I love you like I love sparkles and having the last word. And that's real love.

If you can figure out how you're feeling, then maybe you have a chance of getting over it.