There Were Songs I Would Write About

This World Is Bullshit. And You Shouldn't Model Your Life — Wait A Second — You Shouldn't Model Your Life About What You Think That We Think Is Cool And What We're Wearing And What We're Saying And Everything. Go With Yourself. Go With Yourself.

Dreams Can Be Deceiving, Like Faces Are To Hearts.

And If I'm Being Honest, I Don't Think I Have An Ex-boyfriend Who Would Have Something Mean To Say About Me.

I Think I'm Better At Live Shows Than I Used To Be Because I'm Way More Comfortable With The Uncomfortable Pauses Between Songs. Now, Rather Than Trying To Talk Or Do A Costume Change, I'll Use Those Moments For Myself. I Listen To What Other People Are Playing, Or Just Rest, Or Dance, Even Though I Don't Know How To.

I Want To Move Back To The East Coast. I Like Venice, But L.a. Is Ugly. I Would Kill Myself If I Had To Look Out The Window And See Some Places In L.a. Every Day.