The Only Sensible Way To Live In

I Thought, I Need To Be More Cautious About My Choices - It Reflects On Who I Am.

I'm Sure Drugs And Alcohol Perhaps Would Inspire New Thoughts, But It's Certainly Not Something That I Use As A Tool Or A Mechanism To Create.

I Never Want To Feel Like I've Achieved My Goal. It's Like Chinese Farmers. They Never Admit That It's A Good Season. They Feel Like They'll Be Punished.

Does It Depress You? To Know Just How Alone You Really Are?

The First Memory I Have, Anyway, I Guess - I Think It Was My Second Birthday And The Cake Came Out With The Candles And I Was Very Excited And I Was, Like, "oh! A Cake!" And Then My Cousin Blew Out The Candles. I Was So Disappointed. It Just Broke My Heart. And So That's Stamped In My Brain.