Growing up, I didn't have any role models that were sick that were doing anything with their life, ever.

I've struggled more with guys, depression drugs, family and career than I ever have with my illness. I'm not an innocent and I'm not a child.

When I was younger and obsessed with becoming an artist, the hospital was my New York loft apartment. I would move the furniture around to create space on the floor, throw down some sheets and indulge in any form of art that I could get my hands on.

I love the idea of college, but I first need to figure out how to transition to being an adult because we honestly never thought I would make it to this point.

It's not so easy to be gay or even a woman in some places in the world, and in many countries, it's illegal to be gay. You can be put to death. It's a global struggle. A human rights struggle on a global scale.

My death, taking the light from my eyes, gives back to the day the purity which they soiled.

I did become quite well known from 'Four Weddings and a Funeral', and it helped hugely. I wasn't as famous as Hugh Grant, but I certainly began to work.

I was blessed with a birth and a death, and I guess I just want some say in between.