I have trouble knowing when something begins and when it ends.

I’ve been feeling quite empty, lately.

I wish I let myself be a kid.

There's a saying that people start to notice the little things when they fall in love with someone.

I’m not a suicidal person. But sometimes I’d look at myself in the eye and wonder: What if?

At 8 years old all I had was a striped sock, a cherry-scented toy bracelet, and Orion's constellation a constant lingering flicker above my head.

There are days when I would catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, perpetual frown and furrowed brows and all, and wonder why I have so many walls up.

Do you ever feel that strange urge to cry but no tears would come out?

Social media’s become something of a depressive drug to me.

Ever since I was a kid I would always look up at the ceiling and wonder, “What would happen if this suddenly collapsed above me?”

Behind every artist lies a revolutionary.

Ten years ago, if a genie came up to me and asked me to make a wish, I’d wish to have the ability to make the world go away when I closed my eyes.

I walked into a train car today and there was a weird energy in the place.

When my dad drove me to my first interview, he wished me luck by telling me to remember I’m still a kid.

Little girl, they say, why do you always walk like you're marching into battle?