For so long, I was searching for something to be proud of. But at a certain point, I realized, ‘Wait, I’m doing what I want to be doing. I’m not wanting to do it; I’m doing it.’ And that’s awesome.
When I was in seventh grade my mom caught me smoking cigarettes and punished me by making me smoke the entire carton. All it did was piss me off because I was out of cigarettes.
Big productions, to me, are great – like, I love going to Vegas and seeing shows – but I think that sometimes it’s distracting, especially when you are there to listen to the music.
People are always so surprised when they meet me. Firstly, that I’m ‘so tiny’, and secondly that I’m ‘so sweet’. They seem surprised that they’re not scared of me.
Where there is desire there is going to be a flame where there is a flame someones bound to burned just because it burns doesn’t mean your going to die you gotta get up and try, try, try
The last time I checked, the only difference between my gay friends and I is who we choose to love. I’m not sure how that warrants a loss of rights, but it needs to stop. What ever happened to liberty and justice for all?
