There are some bad people on the rise; they're saving their own skins by ruining people's lives.

It may all end tomorrow, or it could go on forever (in which case I'm doomed).

I avoid people who I actually like. I suppose that’s a phobia but also a habit.

I never imagined I'd be a solo artist. And now I couldn't imagine being part of a group.

I am attracted to humans. But, of course... not many.

I'm cursed with the gift of foresight.

And though I walk home alone, my faith in love is still devout.