I Don't Care What People Do. I

Dreams Can Be Deceiving, Like Faces Are To Hearts.

I Was So Self-critical. I Still Am, But It's Not As Bad Anymore.

Everybody Sees Me As This Sullen And Insecure Little Thing. Those Are Just The Sides Of Me That I Feel It's Necessary To Show Because No One Else Seems To Be Showing Them.

I Only Write When I'm Angry Or Sad, So Because That's When I Just Have To Write... If I'm Having A Good Time And I'm Happy And Things Are Going Really Well, Why Would I Want To Stop What I'm Doing To Go And Write At The Piano?

No, I've Never Wanted Kids. But I Do Read About Parenting A Lot.