My Whole Life, I've Wanted To Feel

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.

I Am Fundamentally Happy. Everyone Has Experiences That Makes Them Cynical, Jaded Or Unhappy - You Just Have To Fight Those Things Off. I Have Totally Emotional Days When I Cry And Get Insecure. Pms Weirded Out, Doomed And Tragic. I Mean, I'm Definitely Not Just A Lollipop, Happy In The Wind Girl. I'm Human Just Like Everyone Else, But I Think That It Would Be Tragic To Be On Your Deathbed And Think, 'i Could've I Should've.' That Gets Me Out Of Bed Everyday. I Can't Even Last Like An Hour In Bed In The Morning. I Have To Get Out There And Live.

I Still Can't Spell Anything, But I Can Bust Out Two-dollar Words.

I Don't Even Have Voice Mail Or Answering Machines Anymore. I Hate The Phone, And I Don't Want To Call Anybody Back. If I Go To Hell, It Will Be A Small Closet With A Telephone In It, And I Will Be Doomed And Destined For Eternity To Return Phone Calls.

I Never Really Had A Childhood. I Was Around Adults All The Time. My Favorite Book When I Was Eight Was “everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex - But Were Afraid To Ask”. I Was Not Afraid To Ask.