I Might Not Be Perfect, But I

I Think When There's So Much Information To Be Eaten Up, And So Many Ways To Do It, People Cling To Groups. I Think We, As Monkeys, Want To Live In Smaller Groups.

Who Cares If There Are Lumps On My Thighs? I'm Guilty Of Having Human Legs Made Up Of Fat, Muscle, And Skin, And Sometimes When You Sit, They Get Bumpy!

I Work In A Creative Industry. My Work Isn't Terribly Hard, It's Artistically Explorative, So I Have No Complaints.

I Think Your Significant Other Should Be Way More Important Than Your Work. Personally, I Love Working. I Don't Know That I'd Say I'm A Workaholic Because I Also Love Maxing And Relaxing.

High School Is A Pit Of Despair. It's A Swirling Tornado Of Insecurities And There's Really Nothing Good About It. It's At The Time Where Everybody Is Waking Up With Different Opinions Every Day, And You're On This Learning Curve Of Who You Are And Who You Want To Be, And You're Comparing Yourself With Every Other Male And Female Around You. There's No Sense To It.