I was just a very dark kid. My family was complicated.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
I was the black sheep of the family, and my mother never really understood me.
My childhood was kind of complicated. I have an older sister, but my father, my mother's husband, died when I was four years old. So I only had my mum and sister, really.
I wasn't really a dark kid, but I was in my head a lot. I got good grades all through my 16 years of Catholic school, but I was always writing these weird - and, I have to say, really bad - stories, filled with murder.
It's tough growing up where I grew up. My family is very small and really tight. Just being around the neighborhood, my brothers were always around. I didn't want to be in any trouble because I knew my mom or brothers would find out. I didn't want to hurt their feelings. I just tried to do everything right.
I was a regular kid with a normal family life.
When I was little, I didn't like being left on my own in the dark.
I had this thing about hanging out in dark theaters. My family thought I grew out of a rock.
I did go through a bit of a dark time during the years I was trying to be a mom. But I'm basically a very positive person.
I was big and fat and had weird parents.
In all seriousness, it really should be difficult for me to be too strange. After all, a great family raised me.