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Sometime between when the Summer of Love ended and the Summer of Sam began, America became a nation of cynics about love.
I mean, I am still such the-good-girl. I want everybody to like me. I want everybody to be happy.
If things are going well, if the writing's coming along, I jump out of bed happy. And if the previous day has been bad, I get out of bed disgruntled.
I don't think any child could really be happy between five and eight away from their parents.
I wrote every day between the ages of 12 and 20 when I stopped because I went to Barcelona, where life was too exciting to write.
I believe gay, straight, anybody, everybody's supposed to be happy in this world, man.
It was back in 2011 that everything changed. I was not a healthy eater at all. Up until that point, I was a student and a complete sugar addict.
I would be happy at a piano bar, singing. I just want to home in on being the best singer I can be.
The American boy starts swinging the bat about as soon as he can lift one.
