But I've Slammed The Door To My

Deep Down I Know I Could Never Be That Innocent Again, However Much I'd Like To Be.

I've Reached The Point Where I Hardly Care Whether I Live Or Die. The World Will Keep On Turning Without Me, I Can't Do Anything To Change Events Anyway.

Paper Has More Patience Than People.

Don't Condemn Me, Remember Rather That Sometimes I, Too, Can Reach The Bursting Point.

We’re All Alive, But We Don’t Know Why Or What For; We’re All Searching For Happiness; We’re All Leading Lives Which Are Different And Yet The Same.