When we don’t know who to hate, we hate ourselves.
I have gotten so angry I have destroyed everything I have created.
I don’t really regret it. I don’t think any of my work was up to my standards.
Sometimes you just have to let go, and start new.
I first hate myself, then I hate others. Maybe I hate others because I hate myself.
I have huge dreams like many other people on the planet, but the hope that I will achieve that
You have to keep going anyway. You didn’t choose to be born, but now you choose to live.