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.

I’m still afraid of being totally honest. I’m more afraid of this than dying.

Let's face it: the world is twisted. And rotten.

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.

It wasn't so much that I was afraid of the place itself, but I was afraid of the creatures who masqueraded as people.

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

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