I Don't See Myself As Ever Being

How Can I Protect Something So Perfect Without Evil.

I Write About What I Know: Sex, Pornography, Art, Fame Obsession, Drugs, And Alcohol. I Mean, Why Would Anyone Care To Listen To Me If I Wasn't An Expert In What I Write About?

It's Hard Knowing Who To Trust With Your Personal Life. When You Cry In Your Room At Night, You Don't Always Know Who To Call. So I Am Very Close To My Family.

I Try To Not Focus On What People Expect From Me.

I’ve Had Enough, This Is My Prayer, That I’ll Die Living Just As Free As My Hair.