“I was so self-critical. I still am; but it's not as bad anymore.”

“I let the beast in too soon I don't know how to live without his hand on my throat. I fight him always and still. Oh, darling it's so sweet. You think you know how crazy, how crazy I am.”

“But then the dove of hope began its downward slopeAnd I believed for a moment that my chancesWere approaching to be grabbedBut as it came down near, so did a weary tearI thought it was a bird, but it was just a paper bag.”

“I've gone through stages where I hate my body so much that I won't even wear shorts and a bra in my house because if I pass a mirror, that's the end of my day.”

“I only write when I'm angry or sad, so because that's when I just have to write... If I'm having a good time and I'm happy and things are going really well, why would I want to stop what I'm doing to go and write at the piano?”

“I took off my glasses while you were yelling at me once more than once so as not to see you see me react. Should've put 'em, should've put 'em on againso I could see you see me sincerely yelling back.”

“I really don't think anything I do is a mistake. It could be if I didn't learn from it.”