Fame Made Me Develop A Panic Disorder.

Knowing Now What Goes Into Making A Successful Artist, It's Disheartening.

I Don't Read Reviews Or Interviews Or Anything, Just Because I'm Afraid; If I Believed The Good, Then I'd Believe The Bad, And There Will Be Bad.

I Liked Myself Much More Before I Got Famous. I Was Much Friendlier And Had More Energy.

I May Cry Ruining My Make Up, Wash Away All Things You've Taken.. I Don't Care If I Don't Look Pretty, Big Girls Cry When Their Hearts Are Breaking.

People Aren't Honest About The Horrors Of Fame. The Downsides Are So Overwhelming That, For Me, There Is No Payoff.