For Feel-good Fiction To Work, There Has

One Day We'll All Be Dead, And None Of This Will Matter" -the Brightest Star In The Sky.

I Went Grey At 12, My Eyesight Went At 17. I've Been A Crock From Very Early On.

I Loved Being In My Own Head So Much, It Was Getting Harder And Harder Being With Other People.

I Haven’t Had Botox Because My Face Is A Bit Lopsided And I Depend On Keeping Everything Animated So That People Don’t Notice.

My Truth Is That What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Weaker Rather Than Stronger, Although It Makes You Wiser.