My Private Life Became Public.

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

I Tried To Make Myself As Pretty As Possible And Even Then I Thought I Was Ugly. I Found It Madly Difficult To Go Out, To Show Myself.

Unfortunately, I Am Not Like A Snail Or A Turtle, And I Can't Take My Houses With Me When I Move.

I'm A Girl From A Good Family Who Was Very Well Brought Up. One Day I Turned My Back On It All And Became A Bohemian.

Percentages Are Why I Am Rich.