I Was So Self-critical. I Still Am,

Everything That Happens With Me Gets Made Out To Be A Fiasco, But I Have Every Right To Do Everything I've Ever Done. I Stand By Everything I've Ever Said, Apologies Included.

Just Tolerate My Little Fist Tugging On Your Forest Chest

I Still Don't Know What Episcopalian Means.

At My Lowest Moments, I Think Of People Who Come To Shows. I Still Get Very Sad And Sometimes I Feel Like I Have No Friends, But When That Happens Now, I'll Think Of People Whose Names Or Faces I Don't Know - They're My Friends And They Love Me. I've Got Them. It Really Does Save Me. I Still Feel Awkward, But That's The One Thing I Can Grab Onto At My Lowest Points.

Everybody Sees Me As This Sullen And Insecure Little Thing. Those Are Just The Sides Of Me That I Feel It's Necessary To Show Because No One Else Seems To Be Showing Them.