Maybe, in the back of my head, I'm thinking I have to do as much as I can. It'll stop.

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 think I developed a very closed personality. I didn't really have friends. I changed schools every year.

I'd love to be able to write again, but I'm so repetitive. And it was all about fear. Never positive. Just indulgent about my sadness.

The problem with me in doing things simply is that I feel I'm not enough. It's all very embarrassing.

I hope I'll consider my next part, having learnt from this one.

I hope one day I will be able to be completely myself. Maybe I'll be wilder.