It's hard to answer a question you haven't been asked. It's hard to show you tried unless you end up succeeding.

When it comes to true dance, it's not about how you look, it's all about the joy you feel.

I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me.

Now, I don't believe in doing hugs halfway. I can't stand people who try to hug without touching. A hug should be a full embrace - as I wrap my arms around Tony, I am not just holding him, but also trying to lift off his troubles for a moment so that the only thing he can feel is my presence, my support.

...and suddenly you started singing out your love for me. My name and everything, loud enough to reach the top floors of all the buildings. I should have told you to stop, but I didn’t want you to stop. I didn’t mind if your love for me woke people up. I didn’t mind if it somehow sneaked into their sleep.

Deep down? That sounds like settling to me. You shouldn't have to venture deep down in order to get to love.

Feeling someone else's anger is bad; being left alone is worse.