I Tried To Be A Boy, I

I Am A Survivor. I Am Like A Cockroach, You Just Can't Get Rid Of Me.

Looking At My Life, It's Very Clear To Me, I Lived So Selfishly.

People Who Have Nothing Better To Do Than Talk About My Hair Color Have No Lives.

I Became Very Obsessed With Death, And The Idea That You Never Know When Death Will Arrive, So One Has To Do As Much As Possible All The Time To Get The Most Out Of Life. That Would Be A Motivating Force.

I've Been Popular And Unpopular Successful And Unsuccessful Loved And Loathed And I Know How Meaningless It All Is. Therefore I Feel Free To Take Whatever Risks I Want.