Cruel Blows Of Fate Call For Extreme

Even A Broken Heart Doesn't Warrant A Waste Of Good Paper.

I Am A Restlessness Inside A Stillness Inside A Restlessness.

A Loss Of Sensibility Follows A Loss Of Innocence, At Once A Penalty And A Compensation.

The One Bach Piece I Learnt Made Me Feel I Was Being Repeatedly Hit On The Head With A Teaspoon.

What A Tiny List Of Friends I Have! All My Fault. I Less And Less Want To See People.