A woman who does not know herself has no choice other than to live with other people’s evaluations. But no one can adapt perfectly to public opinion. And herein lies the source of their destruction.

Kids lose their trust in the parents they love, but still accept them, so they end up not trusting themselves anymore.

And what if, in order to keep on living, I have to continue to accept myself?

I'm this superphilosophical kind of person. Stuck in a prison of abstract ideas and overpowering emotions, I have this personality that makes it really hard to survive.

A women who does not know herself has no choice other than to live with other people's evaluations.

My talent was the uncompromising ability to feel spite.

I decided then and there I was never going to have kids.