We're Living In A Time

I Wouldn't Say That Cutting Was Pleasurable, But There Is A Sense Of Euphoria That Follows Cutting Yourself. The Quick Pinch Of Pain And The Sight Of Blood Snaps You Back To The Surface And You Start To Appreciate Being Alive.

You Know, It Doesn’t Matter How Beautiful You Are, If You Don’t Have Anything Interesting To Say, Then You’re Still Boring.

You Have To Watch All Sides Of Your Advancement, You Have To Make Sure People's Bodies And Minds Are Healthy And Their Morale Is Cool Before You Can Really Go Out And Play Great Music.

Being A Singer, Being A Performer, You Have Tricks, Somehow, To Calm Yourself When Things Feel A Little Overwhelming. I Don't Do Breathing Exercises, Per Se, But I Definitely Have To Have A Sort Of Internal Word With Myself Before Things Got Completely Out Of Hand And I Fainted On The Floor.

Until We Command The Exact Same Salary As Every Male Counterpart, I Feel A Political Desire To Stand By Other Women. If We Don't Stand Together, That Equality Will Never Be Fully Realized, And That Bothers Me.