I am trying to find myself. Sometimes that's not easy.

I have feelings too. I am still human. All I want is to be loved, for myself and for my talent.

I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.

I wish I knew why I am so anguished.

I have too many fantasies to be a housewife. I guess I am a fantasy.

I am invariably late for appointments - sometimes as much as two hours. I've tried to change my ways but the things that make me late are too strong, and too pleasing.