I've never been to the websites. It's a lot healthier for me to keep out of the conversations about me.
I don't care what people do. I don't care how people remember my albums. I do them for my own reasons.
Sometimes interviews are fun and good conversations, but stuff like photo shoots and appearances at places where you have to meet a lot of people - I was never really made for this kind of stuff.
Everybody sees me as this sullen and insecure little thing. Those are just the sides of me that I feel it's necessary to show because no one else seems to be showing them.
I don't know if anybody wants to mix their politics with their entertainment.
I'm not used to not having enough time to live with the songs. Usually, if I write something, I live with it for a little while.
But I honestly don't read critics. My dad reads absolutely everything ever written about me. He calls me up to read ecstatic reviews, but I always insist that I can't hear them. If you give value to the good reviews, you have to give value to the criticism.
I'm here because of what I write. Obviously, I must know something.
There were songs I would write about breaking up with somebody before I broke up with them, months and months before I broke up with them.
I was never somebody who grew up going, 'I really want to be a singer in a band,' and I never had any ambition toward anything, really.
I feel like I'm 100 years old. I can't tell you what I did today. I can't tell you what I did for seven years. I can't tell you. It happens so seamlessly - I'm just floating along and seven years go by.
Five years from now I'm probably going to look back on the things I'm doing and cringe.
When I was a kid - 10, 11, 12, 13 - the thing I wanted most in the world was a best friend. I wanted to be important to people; to have people that understood me. I wanted to just be close to somebody.
I had really bad obsessive-compulsive disorder. At its worst, I was compelled to leave my house at three o'clock in the morning and go out in the alley because I just knew that the paper-towel roll I threw in the recycling bin was uncomfortable, like it was lying the wrong way, and I would be down in the garbage.
And if I'm being honest, I don't think I have an ex-boyfriend who would have something mean to say about me.
If you want to see me cry, just come to a photo shoot.
You can live your whole life in your brain and not experience what's around you. You go crazy that way.
I really don't think anything I do is a mistake. It could be if I didn't learn from it.
