I've always wanted to take self-defense classes and I never did, for whatever reason. I don't know why. I don't know if it was fear or time, or whatever stops people from doing things that they want to do.

My parents are supportive of anything I want to do, as long as it's not bad.

I'm pretty terrible at writing, so the way I kind of therapeutically get through things is by drawing.

My mom passed on her obsession of all things antique or vintage. I love to go thrift store shopping or explore any sort of garage sale. Treasure hunting is a family passion.

My middle school experience was pretty hellish. There was a lot of negativity, a lot of bullying and a lot of insecurity. It was the reason I ended up going to my arts high school because I was pretty bullied.

I love clothing, and I would eventually like to design as well as act.

I'm not a writer. I'm not smart. I couldn't possibly even write my own story.