I Apologize For My Terrible Interview Skills.

Most Of The Time You Don't Even Know They're There. Now, That's The Scary Thing. It's Really Strange And Invading, But I'm Still Working It All Out. I Try To Not Let It Bother Me. And If I Want To Swim Naked In My Pool, I'm Still Going To Do It. I Certainly Don't Want To Feel That I Have To Change Everything In My Life That I Do To Cater To Them. I Just Won't Let It Happen.

Does It Depress You? To Know Just How Alone You Really Are?

You See, In Their Last Moments People Show You Who They Really Are.

I'm Still A Kid. I'm Like Six Years Old. But It's Just A Matter Of Wanting To Get Up, It's Just A Big Journey. I Felt Like When I Left Home That I Was On A Journey, And I Still Am.

I Sat Around In A Hotel Room In London For About A Month, Locked Myself Away, Formed A Little Diary And Experimented With Voices - It Was Important To Try To Find A Somewhat Iconic Voice And Laugh. I Ended Up Landing More In The Realm Of A Psychopath - Someone With Very Little To No Conscience Towards His Acts.