I start crying when certain things come up, certain memories, certain feelings, and it's intense. But I think it's good for me - and therapeutic.
I didn't have an interest in school at all and was getting in trouble all the time.
I think every person and place is interesting, and there's an interesting story behind every door.
I can't believe I'm breathing and happy and thriving.
I love devastating movies, documentaries and hummingbirds (yes, in that order).
I didn't know whether I'd be attractive to anybody.