It's dangerous to read the Internet about yourself when you're me. Or when you're anyone in the public eye.

Every single one of the guys that I've written songs about has been tracked down on MySpace by my fans.

I've apparently been the victim of growing up, which apparently happens to all of us at one point or another

Romeo save me, I've been feeling so alone. I keep waiting for you, but you never come. Is this in my head? I don't know what to think.

I’m beginning to think that you don’t find happiness from living your life looking ahead or back… that you find it when you look around.

People throw rocks at things that shine.

I wish all teenagers can filter through songs instead of turning to drugs and alcohol.