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I never considered that other people might be comparing their Real Life with my Show Reel, though, and so here I am, earnestly cultivating the most attractive version of my life so that the brightness of the good memories can dull the emptiness of the bad, an online myth of my own making when the offline truth might be more interesting.

Love must play a part somewhere, and sometimes even the biggest part, but most relationships I see don’t continue for love alone – there’s too much pain.

My heart aches to wake up next to somebody.

It was a punch to the throat.

I’ve spent twenty-eight years making people believe I’ve had this alternative, bohemian, crazy life, and I don’t even know how to roll a joint. Drugs have literally never crossed my path.

I undressed to seek validation. 

The very last reason one should undress.

The happiest I’ve ever been at work is when I didn’t look for a job, but I hired a boss. Somebody willing to invest in me on a human level, who would help me develop my skill set outside of what it did for the company.

You’re doing so much better than you think. Do you know how well you are doing? Do you understand how superbly you are executing your life? It’s not easy, human-ness: finding the courage day-on-day-on-day to keep on keeping on.

“I like having my hair and face done, but I’m not going to lose weight because someone tells me to. I make music to be a musician not to be on the cover of Playboy.”