Everybody Relates To Having A Dream.

I Don't Like [the Pressure] That People Put On Me, On Women, That You've Failed Yourself As A Female Because You Haven't Procreated. This Continually Is Said About Me: That I Was So Career-driven And Focused On Myself; That I Don't Want To Be A Mother, And How Selfish That Is.

It's Sad, Something Coming To An End. It Cracks You Open, In A Way - Cracks You Open To Feeling.

If Somebody Ever Wished To Be Me For A Day, They'd Be The Most Pissed-off Person Once They Got Here. They Would Be, Like, In Hell.

I Am Grateful To Learn From Their Mistakes, Because I Am Not Injecting S- Into My Face. I See Them And My Heart Breaks. I Think, 'oh God, If You Only Know How Much Older You Look.' They Are Trying To Stop The Clock And All You Can See Is An Insecure Person Who Won't Let Themselves Just Age. I Also Have A Fiancé Who Will Put A Gun To My Head If I Touch My Face In Any Way.

Just Be Mindful Of What You're Doing.