I'm the kindest, most supportive friend ever, probably to my own detriment, but I hope that I am toughening up a little bit.

I am sure of nothing so little as my own intentions.

I am genuinely a bit confused about the world, a little bit bumbling.

I am a little bit of a softie, yes. Actually I don't think it's softness, I think it's kindness.

Everybody has those stories that make them wince when they think about them silently. But as soon as you tell that story, it becomes a little bit less cringe-inducing.

I am my own woman.