everyone says ive been dealt a rough hand in life, and i appreciate the recognition, i suppose, but i dont know. ive got some pretty good friends, i know what i love doing, i get to make music and take care of people. i get prettier all of the time. im pretty fortunate
Was recently told by a dear friend. "You Have To Move To Portland And Shack It Up With A Bad Bitch." Haven't been able to move past the verbiage or the weight of that yet