Well My Music Was Different In High

People Love The Chaos In My Brain, But I'm Terrified Of It.

If You Don't Feel Safe As A Child, You Can't Learn.

I Feel That If I Can Show My Demise Artistically To The Public, I Can Somehow Cure My Own Legend.

We Need Fantasy To Survive Because Reality Is Too Difficult.

The Last Thing A Young Woman Needs Is Another Picture Of A Sexy Pop Star Writhing In Sand, Covered In Grease, Touching Herself.