I told them everything about what you have been up to, I betrayed your trust in me. Then I lied to you about it, denying that I said anything. But I’m not sorry. Hopefully, one day you will understand that I did it because I love you.

I seriously do not know what the hell is wrong with me anymore.

I think it is quite a funny thing that I am always ashamed of how I felt, but never of how I feel.

I write songs whilst I am dreaming and oh, are they good.

I believe you are always able to despise your loved ones, for they are generally the only ones whom allow you to.

Yes, I may never know why it is I am the way that I am, but if I could be whom ever this is with anyone else, I am glad it was you.

Twenty-three secrets downward my left arm, nine secrets downward my right leg, drawn with the sharpest of razors.

Because frankly, I lost count and my archive isn’t showing them correctly, so I’m forced to wing it, of course. Just letting you all know.

My God, I cannot even stress to anyone of how loud noises, still to this very day, frighten me to death.

When extremely angry, which is really quite rare for me, there has a tendency to be a somewhat growl beneath my voice when I speak. I think I may have been some kind of cat in a past life, or something…

Being outside and covered head to toe in Mother nature will always feel better to me than that of indoors. Ever since I was a small child, I still preferred the sun to be shining on my face. It made me feel like I belonged to something, something big, something that would mean special things to someone some day.