I've gotten into this nasty habit of running away from love, but maybe one day I can find the exception to that.

It's possible to climb to the top without stomping on other people.

I think I have a big fear of things spiraling out of control. Out of control and dangerous and reckless and thoughtless scares me, because people get hurt.

I was in a love that was wonderful until it was terrible, and both people got hurt from it.

I think you really have to tap into your sense of humor in order to survive.

I began absolutely non-stop tormenting my parents, begging them on a daily basis to move there.

A lot of the jewelry that I wear are fan gifts because they're so awesome and they give me great presents.