I Very Rarely Get Actually Sad When

People Strive To Achieve A Certain Form Of Perfection Constantly And It's Impossible Because It's A Form Of Opinion. I Can Think Someone Is Pretty But The Person Next To Me Can Think That They're Unattractive.

I Was Exhausted From Fake Partying. I Was Like, "i Just Danced For Nine Hours. Goodnight, Ladies!"

Whatever Will Happen Will Happen.

The Green Thing I Don't Think Frightens Kids. It Frightened Me When I Was Like Little Because I Didn't Have The Internet And Didn't Have All These Other Things That Were, You Know, In Front Of Me At All Times And Accessible.

I'd Rather Work To Live Than Live To Work.