Life is not like Gloomy Sunday, with a second ending when the people are disturbed.

You're so easy to read but the book is boring me.

And, what's more, this 'precious' body, the very same that is hooted and honked at, demeaned both in daily life as well as in ever existing form of media, harrassed, molested, raped, and, if all that wasn't enough, is forever poked and prodded and weighed and constantly wrong for eating too much, eating too little, a million details which all point to the solitary girl, to EVERY solitary girl, and say: Destroy yourself.

For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night

I've been using Steinberg's Cubase exclusively to record and mix my music since the very beginning of my career. It's no exaggeration to say that Cubase has been my partner in bringing my music and message to the world, and, now, they are helping to bring my story to the world as well, as I record the audiobook of my novel.

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

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