Losing My Mind From This Hollow In

Nothing That's Ever Happened Has Taken Away The Optimist In Me. It's Always, "whatever-let's Go To Disneyland." Yes, I Have My Bleak, Tortured-artist Moments, But You Have To Hold On To What's Positive.

Whenever I Watch Tv And See Those Poor Starving Kids All Over The World, I Can't Help But Cry. I Mean I'd Love To Be Skinny Like That But Not With All Those Flies And Death And Stuff.

My Father Identified As A Black Man. No One Asked Him Because He Was Clearly Black. But People Always Ask Me. If We Were Together, People Would Look At Us In A Really Strange Way. It Sucked. As A Little Girl I Had Blond Hair And They'd Look At Me, Look At Him, And Be Disgusted.

Butterflies Are Always Following Me, Everywhere I Go.

I'm Not Vain, I'm Insecure.