Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.

I love to write and to get to know the people who are listening.

It is not seen as insane when a fighter, under an attack that will inevitable lead to his death, chooses to take his own life first. In fact, this act has been encouraged for centuries, and is accepted even now as an honorable reason to do the deed. How is it any different when you are under attack by your own mind?

Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors... Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat... What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves? I think I know.

My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life

It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.

I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.