Thank God My Best Friend's A Therapist.

When You Really Look Back And Take The Wider Perspective, It Makes Total Sense That If The Status Quo Is To Remain The Way It Is, Women Will Not Be Lauded And Applauded For Bonding With And Helping Each Other, Because It Would Destroy The World Order If Women Organized; It Would Topple The Whole Thing. And So, It Makes Perfect Sense To Me That The Current Order Of Things Would Encourage The Cat Fights And Encourage The Comparisons And Encourage The Girl-on-girl Hate That You See Just Being Promoted Everywhere.

Life As It Should Be: All Friends, All Art, All Music, All Love, All The Time.

Comparing Yourself To The People Like You, Comparing Yourself To The People Who Aren't Like You, Looking At How Many Records You've Sold, Looking At The Venue Size You're Selling Out. None Of That Can Even Remotely Measure How Happy You Are.

There’s No “correct Path” To Becoming A Real Artist. You Might Think You’ll Gain Legitimacy By Going To University, Getting Published, Getting Signed To A Record Label. But It’s All Bullshit, And It’s All In Your Head. You’re An Artist When You Say You Are. And You’re A Good Artist When You Make Somebody Else Experience Or Feel Something Deep Or Unexpected.

There's A Part Of Me That Is Really, Really Happy With All Of My Success Lately Because Of What It Can Get Me And What It Can Buy Me In The Fact That My Music Will Hopefully Reach More People. But It Also Makes Me A Little Bit Miserable Because The Minute The Spotlight Is On You, People Start Flinging Sh*t At You For Whatever Reason.