I Was A Victim Of

I Had Gone Away From Twitter Because Before People Had Been So Mean To Me. Talking About My Lisp And My Enormous Forehead And All These Things. I Do Have A Lisp, I Do Have A Forehead I Know You Could Land A Plane On, It's No Mystery To Me. I Just Didn't Have The Skin For It.

The Thing I Worry About For Myself Is I Spend A Lot Of Time Alone, And Another Person Comes Around And You're Like, 'what Are You Doing Here? Get Out Of Here.

All My Friends Went To The Madonna Concert When I Was In, Maybe, The 9th Grade, And My Mother Refused To Let Me Go.

I Have Friends Say, "don't You Want To Have A Little You?" The Jury's Still Out On That For Me. I Don't Have A Definitive Answer, But I Do Know That I Can Look Back On Some Of The Things I've Worked On And Some Of The Things That Have Literally Come Out Of My Imagination And Be Just As Proud Of It As If I Had Created A Person. I Feel Like That Shouldn't Be Of Any Less Value. It Can't Be Because It's What My Life Is, And I Don't Want To Make It Smaller Or More Palatable Just Because Society Tells You To. If You Can Get Comfortable With Sacrifice, Then You Are Having It All.

I Was Constantly, Always And Forever, Trying To Perform The Musical 'annie' For Anyone Who Would Listen, And I Have A Terrible Singing Voice. It Was The First Thing That Made Me Think I Wanted To Be An Actress.