When I Dress Up For Events, I

I'm Beautifully Strong And Tragically Confused.

Real People Aren't Perfect; They Fall Down And Mess Up And Screw Up. Those Are The Kind Of People That I Look To, And I've Always Aspired To Just Be Authentic.

I'm Still Getting To The Good Part / The Breaking Down / Learning How To Write My Story.

But Little White Lies Here And There Is Human Nature. Everybody Does That.

I Hate Flying. I Don't Planes. I Get Really Anxious.