I always wonder, aside from even my name, what if my parents never split up? What if my mother never died? It swirls in my head all the time.

When I couldn't get ahold of cigarettes, I'd roll coffee grounds into typing paper and smoke that and then vomit.

As soon as I say I'm from Texas people say, "Oh, I'm sure the school was horrible" and they picture me wearing some barrel and suspenders and people are bucktoothed and ignoring me. But that's not the case. I just had zero interest. I wanted to finish my research in the woods or play guitar or go have a cigarette.

I didn't know whether I'd be attractive to anybody.

I worked at restaurants and coffee shops and babysitting and just whatever I could do to make money.

It's not the child's responsibility to teach the parent who they are. It's the parent's responsibility to learn who the child is.

I love devastating movies, documentaries and hummingbirds (yes, in that order).