I couldn't feel good about myself hanging out in Armani clothes when my girlfriend can't even pay her heating bill. I'd feel foul and I'd be embarrassed.
I've got no timetable. I'm sort of sick of timetables, to be honest.
I have a temper on me that could hold back tides.
No, I'm not Shirley the girl, I'm the woman on MTV with the big boots.
The truth is, I've always been wracked with self-loathing and terrible, paralysing depression.
I am a contradictory mess but I see it as my prerogative to change my mood like the weather.