I don't hate women - they just sometimes make me mad.

It creeps me out sometimes to think of the person I was. I was a terrible person. I was mean to people.

I am whatever you say I am; if I wasn't, then why would you say I am.

Somewhere deep down there's a decent man in me, he just can't be found.

I say what I want to say and do what I want to do. There's no in between. People will either love you for it or hate you for it.

I don't even know how to speak up for myself, because I don't really have a father who would give me the confidence or advice. And if you're always the new kid, you never get a chance to adapt, so your confidence is just zilch.