My Boredom With Everything Has Numbed Me.

I’m Beginning To Know Myself. I Don’t Exist. I’m The Space Between What I’d Like To Be And What Others Made Of Me. Just Let Me Be At Ease And All By Myself In My Room.

There Are No Norms. All People Are Exceptions To A Rule That Doesn’t Exist.

To Know How To Think With Emotions And To Feel With Intellect.

If I Write What I Feel, It's To Reduce The Fever Of Feeling. What I Confess Is Unimportant, Because Everything Is Unimportant.

Never Read A Book To The End, Nor Even In Sequence And Without Skipping.