Our Lives Are Fashioned By Our Choices.

What I Condemn Are Our System Of Values And The Men Who Don't Acknowledge How Great, Difficult, But Ultimately Beautiful Women's Share In Society Is.

Outside, You Don't Hear A Single Bird, And A Deathly, Oppressive Silence Hangs Over The House And Clings To Me As If It Were Going To Drag Me Into The Deepest Regions Of The Underworld.... I Wander From Room To Room, Climb Up And Down The Stairs And Feel Like A Songbird Whose Wings Have Been Ripped Off And Who Keeps Hurling Itself Against The Bars Of Its Dark Cage.

Deep Down I Know I Could Never Be That Innocent Again, However Much I'd Like To Be.

Whoever Is Happy Will Make Others Happy.

There's Something Happening Everyday, But I'm Too Tired And Lazy To Write It All Down.