Remember, If You Write Anything Nasty About

I'm Driven. I Am. I'm Driven For Some Reason. But I Don't Know Where I'm Going.

I Listen To Too Many People. I'm Only Going To Listen To My Gut For The Rest Of My Life.

He Was So Gorgeous... Kurt. I Don't Know How I Got Lucky That Way.

I Have No Intention Of Dying Young And Being Some Stinking Rock'n'roll Person.

I Like To Behave In An Extremely Normal, Wholesome Manner For The Most Part In My Daily Life. Even If Mentally I'm Consumed With Sick Visions Of Violence, Terror, Sex And Death.