Every day was a struggle. Forget making plans for life - we were just trying to make it to next week.

Here I was again tonight forcing laughter, faking smiles Same old tired, lonely place

I love writing thank-you notes. There's something very nostalgic to me about the feel of a card and putting pen to paper. How many times in our lives are we required to put pen to paper anymore?

I stopped reading articles about myself. Even if it's not bad, I think actively caring about people's daily perception of you makes you second-guess everything. I am very happily not paranoid right now.

You have people come into your life shockingly and surprisingly. You have losses that you never thought you'd experience. You have rejection and you have learn how to deal with that and how to get up the next day and go on with it.

I'm very aware and very conscious of the path I chose in life, and very aware of the path I didn't choose.

My favorite thing in the world is telling stories, and most of what I do is telling stories through music.