I was a redhead and a middle child; both can make you feel excluded. It's like fighting to be included, in the swim of things. After a while you start to develop a bit of a victim mentality, which isn't great for a happy life.
I've got no timetable. I'm sort of sick of timetables, to be honest.
I have a temper on me that could hold back tides.
No, I'm not Shirley the girl, I'm the woman on MTV with the big boots.
The truth is, I've always been wracked with self-loathing and terrible, paralysing depression.
I am a contradictory mess but I see it as my prerogative to change my mood like the weather.