First I Was 'angry,' Then 'spiritual.' Now

I Can't Not Write, If I Don't Then I Get Really Depressed.

I'm Lost, But I'm Hopeful.

If Someone Hates Or Loves Something, Then Right On. I Can't Rob Them Of That. I'm Not Going To Try And Change Their Mind. Something's Been Triggered In Them To React So Emotionally.

There's A Continuity Between What I Care About In Any Form: I Care About It In My Music, In Article-writing, In How I Dress, In How I Live, In My Relationships, In How I Navigate Paparazzi, How I Decorate My Home. There's Such A Continuity Between Everything That I Don't Really Care What Form It Shows Up In.

Freedom Lies At The Heart Of My Willingness To Lose Everything