I'm Such A Workaholic. I'm Always Thinking

I Decided Very Early On That It Took Too Much Of My Energy To Pretend To Be Someone Else. People Will Make Up Their Minds About Me Whatever I Do Or Say, But At Least I Know I Am Being True To Myself.

Kissing - And I Mean Like, Yummy, Smacking Kissing - Is The Most Delicious, Most Beautiful And Passionate Thing That Two People Can Do, Bar None. Better Than Sex, Hands Down.

A Few Years Ago, I Bought An Old Red Bicycle With The Words Free Spirit Written Across Its Side - Which Is Exactly What I Felt Like When I Rode It Down The Street In A Tie-dyed Dress.

Happiness Takes Work. It Doesn't Always Fall Off Trees Or Come Easily. You Really Have To Be Someone That Doesn't Fall Prey To Being Sad. I Don't Want Sad, I Can't Be Sad, I Don't Want To Be About Sad; I Avoid Sad. It Inherently Envelops You, So Do Everything That You Can To Escape It All The Time.

The People I Grew Up Around Who I Really Liked Were Quick On The Draw. It Always Just Wowed Me. And My Mum Would Make Weird Funny Comments. I Can See In Myself Her Self-deprecating, Hippie Humour. I Can't Take Myself Too Seriously.