I look thuggish when I shave my head and wear big boots. I walk into a newsagent and people think I'm going to jump the counter.

I wouldn't want to think people doted on us, hung on every word, or wanted to look like us.

I'm in the strange position of the world drifting away from me, but you know what? I'm actually quite content with that. It doesn't bother me in the slightest. I don't feel like, 'Oh God, I'm being left behind.'

I don't dislike my peers because they're still around and remind me of what I'm doing. I never liked them anyway. I never liked U2, the things they've done over the years.

I write with a pen and paper. Never on a laptop.

I still frequent my parents' house. I go there to escape, back to the bedroom that I grew up in. Just to sit there and feel small.

It's better to forget than remember me and cry.