Did you know, I'm still in love with this blue sky until forever and ever, eternally.

During my life I have seen, known, and lost too much to be the prey of vain dread; and, as for the hope of immortality, I am as weary of that as I am of gods and kings. For my own sake only I write this; and herein I differ from all other writers, past and to come.

It's [F1] your life. You're focused on just one thing and there's no room for anything else. Friends don't necessarily understand, because the way you think about life develops completely differently to how it does for normal people.

My real name is Mica, spelled with a C. My dad is called Michael. He wanted me to be called Michael but my mother said over her dead body. She wasn't into the whole junior thing.

No one knows what I am and really, I wonder if I do, at the end of the day.

I'm not interested in what they have to say. I'm only interested in people that are interested in me for the right reasons.

I can see how weird I was. One day I decided the school needed a Christmas tree and spent hours dragging this huge beast of a tree into school. No one was pleased. I got two weeks detention because I was 45 minutes late and had made a big mess of leaves and soil all over the building. All the kids just laughed at me.