I Have The Mouth Of A Sailor.

I Think That We, As Monkeys, Want To Live In Smaller Groups. It's Very Scary When We're All - As Wonderful As It Is - Connected.

High School Is A Pit Of Despair. It's A Swirling Tornado Of Insecurities And There's Really Nothing Good About It. It's At The Time Where Everybody Is Waking Up With Different Opinions Every Day, And You're On This Learning Curve Of Who You Are And Who You Want To Be, And You're Comparing Yourself With Every Other Male And Female Around You. There's No Sense To It.

I Have The Mouth Of A Sailor.

I Had To Surrender To Not Worrying About The Way I Looked, How Much I Weighed...i Am Not A Woman Whose Self-worth Comes From Her Dress Size.

I'm Not Going To Become Anybody I Don't Want To Become