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

I am just at tragedy right now.

I was talking and playing pranks and skipping school, failing pretty much every class I took.

The ideal length of time for sex to last is the entire relationship, breaking only for snacks.

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

When anything huge happens to me, I always think, this isn't my moment, this is a moment.

I can't believe I'm breathing and happy and thriving.