It's been seven hours and fifteen days, since you took your love away.

I love the Holy Spirit. I can't stand to see it being disrespected. It's been there for me at times when I really needed it. Therefore, I have a duty to stand for it is how I feel.

They're my positive chaos, my children.

The important thing about "brave" is, it doesn't mean you're not terrified.

I guess I'm a Holy Spirit maniac. I'm not a religious maniac. I love religion, but I don't like it.

When you have mental illness you don't have a plaster or a cast or a crutch, that let everyone know that you have the illness, so people expect the same of you as from anyone else and when you are different they give you a hard time and they think you're being difficult or they think you're being a pain in the ass and they're horrible to you. You spend your life in Ireland trying to hide that you have a mental illness.

There is a God. God exists.