I Just Feel That The Only Power

My Favorite Word Is Existentialism. I Can't Say It And I'm Not Quite Sure What It Means.

There Will Always Be A Few People Who Just Want To Knock You Down Or Are Jealous Or Just Want To Be Horrible For The Sake Of It. I Don't Know What Drives Someone To Be Nasty.

I Have Days Of Self-doubt, But I Think The Kindest Thing I Can Do To Myself Is Accept Where My Body Is At.

We're All Just Trying To Fit In And Find Ourselves, Particularly When We're Growing Up.

I Have Been Wearing Black, Which Was A Reaction To The Ginger Thing. But Now I Have Hopes And I Can Be Anything. Tomorrow I Might Be Naked With A Feather Boa, Who Knows?