I Really Wanted To Die At Certain

Solitude Scares Me. It Makes Me Think About Love, Death, And War. I Need Distraction From Anxious, Black Thoughts.

I Am Really Not Interested In The Cinema. I Loathed It When I Started Six Years Ago, And I Don't Enjoy It Even Now.

My Mother Wanted Me To Be Friends Only With Children She Considered Socially Suitable.

Do You Have To Have A Reason For Loving?

If This Fame, Which People Call My Lucky Break, Were To Stop Tomorrow, I Shouldn't Care