Maybe, In The Back Of My Head,

I Came To Understand That People Come And See You Because They Like You. They Don't Come To Throw Things At You.

I Have Ideas Of Subjects And Atmospheres That I Love. I Either Want To Go In A Tougher, Stronger Direction Or Do The Opposite: Simple Ballads.

I Don't Feel That I've Accomplished Anything. I Feel That It'll Be Better When I Won't Care As Much, But It's So Difficult To Let Go And Accept All The Wrong Notes.

It's Difficult For Me To Write In English As It's Not My First Language, But French Is Even Worse Because Of My Father's Influence And Because The Comparisons That I - Not Even Other People - Would Make.

The English Was Really My Mother, It Was Never Me. Being The Daughter Of My Father, I Always Felt Very French.