No one could possibly understand my purest feelings but I couldn't care less; My deepest yearnings are nobody's goddamn business anyway

Most people are full of themselves and speak only the obnoxiously superficial, in other words they're annoying as hell

How many people could embrace such disturbing imagery?

I have a, shall we say, morbid personality.

There are so many awful things in this world, but I wanted readers to share with me the small, beautiful, enjoyable things. Things like cute clothes, beautiful art and pretty flowers; items that are overflowing with beauty. If you just become obsessed with your own problems, you miss these things. When you discover them, you become happy.

All I trust is the past. Things that have ended can't betray me.