My Mother's My Biggest Supporter.

I Can Work Myself Up Into A Fearful, Paralyzing State Of Mind That Can Last For Days, Weeks Even Months Where I Feel Mad, Totally Isolated And Alone, Overwhelmed And Completely Out Of Control.

I Got A Family House For Everybody To Live In - My Mom, My Sisters And I. And I Made Sure That It Has A Separate Apartment Downstairs For Myself. Family Is More Important Than Anything. We Don't Come From Any Money. So Once I Get Them Settled In, In A Nice House, Then I'll Branch Out And See If I Can Get Something Else.

The Root Of The Problem I Have Is Anxiety, And It's All Derived From Something - I'm Just Going To Say It, Some Kind Of Sadness. It Manifests In So Many Different Ways And It Affects People Differently.

Well, I Definitely Have An Artistic Side To Me As Well. I Write, I Act, I Draw. With That Artistic Mind I Have, A Lot Of Doors Have Opened For Me. I Can Try To Pursue, Like - If It's Something Using My Writing Skills, Maybe A Book. Or Maybe If It's My Drawing Skills, Some Clothing Designs.

I Took The Lsat. My Score Was Decent. I Had A Plan That If My Score Was Really Well, Then I Might Of Just Went To Yale Or Harvard... But It Was Just Mediocre. I Can Get Into Law School.