I Would Love To Fly Privately, But

I Don't Have Life Rage Anymore.

This Is My Costume. I'm A Homicidal Maniac. They Look Just Like Everyone Else.

I Don't Think I'm An Outsider At All.

I Get So Nervous. I Happen To Be Socially Awkward And Shy. I Spent A Lot Of My Time As An Adult Not Going Places.

Real Tears Are Not Those That Fall From The Eyes And Cover The Face, But Those That Fall From The Heart And Cover The Soul.