I Feel Most Miserable When

It Is Necessary That I Am Viewed As A Product. I Am A Product.

Even In My Age Now, I'm The Same As Before And Just As Fearful I Only Learn How To Pretend To Be Strong

I Don't Have Dreams. How Can I Say It? I Myself Am A Dream.

I Do What I Love To Do At The Moment. If I Wake Up Tomorrow And Decide I Want To Dance, That's What I'd Do. Or Design Clothes. I Think I'd Throw Myself Into Whatever I'm Doing Now. It's Not About Abandoning What I Was Doing Before, Or Giving Up. It's About Knowing That If I Die Tomorrow, I Lived The Way I Wanted To.

Beginnings Come At Random But Endings Always Have A Reason