I adored my birth father and constantly worried that I was being disloyal to him and his schoolteacher roots if I spent too much time performing and enjoying it.
All love shifts and changes. I don't know if you can be wholeheartedly in love all the time.
Perseverance is failing 19 times and succeeding the 20th.
I don't want to be thought of as wholesome.
I hate the word wholesome.
I know I probably have a lot of rage in me that I don't show. But I'm not about to wallow in it or reveal it.
