I can't live just being content. I can't have a routine. I can't be settled because then I just get really frustrated.
I am an open book, and I'm fine being me: I'm not a perfect person.
I started to use music almost like a therapist, where it's like, everything that I don't really dare to say or speak about, I can sing about.
At first, my bedroom had flowers and yellow walls and huge furniture in plastic that was orange and green - and furry green bed cover and everything. Then, I think the day I turned 13, I painted the walls black and put Kurt Cobain on the wall and just changed everything into a dark theme.
There was this lynx at a zoo that was called Tove, and that I totally fell in love with. It was my dear godmother who decided to call me Tove Lo, after that lynx. It stuck.
My dream was never to become this unattainable star.
