Nobody Is Solid And Perfect All Of

When You've Been Locked Up In A Mental Institution, People Are Going To Ask Questions. It Was Ok, Because I Didn't Have To Act Perfect All The Time.

I Am Fundamentally Happy. Everyone Has Experiences That Makes Them Cynical, Jaded Or Unhappy - You Just Have To Fight Those Things Off. I Have Totally Emotional Days When I Cry And Get Insecure. Pms Weirded Out, Doomed And Tragic. I Mean, I'm Definitely Not Just A Lollipop, Happy In The Wind Girl. I'm Human Just Like Everyone Else, But I Think That It Would Be Tragic To Be On Your Deathbed And Think, 'i Could've I Should've.' That Gets Me Out Of Bed Everyday. I Can't Even Last Like An Hour In Bed In The Morning. I Have To Get Out There And Live.

I No Longer Have The Fear Of Being Alone. It's Cool To Find Out That You Don't Need A Boyfriend To Be Happy.

My Therapist Says I Still Haven't Got In Touch With My Anger. Maybe One Day I'm Going To Explode. But I'm Still Really Happy. I Know It Looks Like A Strange And Painful Upbringing - All Those Experiences Led Me To The Paths That I'm On Now.

I Don't Think That Life Happens By Sitting Back And Waiting. People Hold Their Cards So Tight To Their Chest. Life Is Short. Tell People You Love Them. What's The Worst That's Going To Happen?