I Was Changing My Outfits, My Looks,

I Don't Want To Face The Reality Of What People Want From A Female Pop Star. Everybody Always Laughs Because I Feel So Much More Comfortable With, Like, A Giant Paper Bag On My Whole Body And Paint On My Face. Sometimes I Try Really Hard To Take It All Off. But Inevitably What's Underneath Is Still Not A Straight Edge. And I Don't Think It Ever Will Be.

Basically I Can't Sleep Without Every Single Song I'm Writing Repeating Endlessly, But I'm Loving It Again. Embracing The Torture, As I'm Assaulted By My Own Thoughts. Like A Locust Giving Birth To Earworms. Eeeeew!

It’s Not That I’ve Been Dishonest, It’s Just That I Loathe Reality.

It Sometimes Makes People Feel Better About Themselves, You Know, To Put Other People Down, Or Make Fun Of Them, Or Maybe Make Mockery Of Their Work And That Doesn't Make Me Feel Good At All.

You Have To Fail And Then Get Better. Then You Have To Fail Again, And Then Get Even Better.