I Can't Not Write, If I Don't

I Firmly Believe That The Only Reason Why I'm On This Planet, The Only Reason Why I Live, Breathe, And Exist Is, That It's My Duty To Be As Honest As Possible In My Art.

I Want To Walk Through Life.

I Happen To Be Lucky In That I Knew What I Wanted To Do As Far As A Career Since I Was Nine Years Old.

To Whom Do I Owe The First Apology? No One's Been Crueler Than I've Been To Me.

How Long Before My Dignity Is Reclaimed?