I Went Grey At 12, My Eyesight

I Haven’t Had Botox Because My Face Is A Bit Lopsided And I Depend On Keeping Everything Animated So That People Don’t Notice.

What Doesn't Kill Us Makes Us Funnier.

I Still Get Awful Depression. It's Who I Am.

It Was Only When The Salt Water Of My Tears Ran Into My Cuts And Made Them Sting That I Discovered I Was Crying.

They Say The Path Of True Love Never Runs Smooth. Well, Luke And My True Love's Path Didn't Run At All, It Limped Along In New Boots That Were Chafing Its Heels. Blistered And Cut, Red And Raw, Every Hopping, Lopsided Step, A Little Slice Of Agony.