Pain Is Rewarding, In Every Capacity.

In School That Used To Happen A Lot: They'd Get Me To Sing And Then They'd Hate Me For It.

When I Try To Describe How I Feel When You Hold Me, I Get Butterflies, I Hear Lullabies, It's Hard To Explain -- Like The Scent Of A Rose Or The Sound Of The Rain. It's Too Precious And Too Wonderful To Give It A Name.

I Really Love Traveling To Japan.

Pain Is Rewarding, In Every Capacity.

Who Is That Girl I See, Staring Straight Back At Me? When Will My Reflection Show Who I Am Inside?