My boyfriend and I like to fight a lot. I have a lot of problems. He has a lot of problems. Somehow, we always work them out and find a way back to each other.
Tired of people telling me how I should have a fucking body. What I should wear on it. How I should act with it. What I should fucking shave off of it.
I just remember really loving words and writing about anything I could, and the way I’d remember things, like my library card number, was to make a melody.
I write songs for myself, but I never keep them. I’m like, ‘O.K., that was my therapy – it’s out of my body now. I’m going to give it to somebody else so it can be their therapy, too.’
It never feels like work. I get to go to the studio and be with my friends every day and write new things and experiment with new sounds. We just have a blast.
