When You Love Someone, You Want That

My Worst Habit Is Speaking To Much

I Don't Know What's Wrong With Me, My Brain Doesn't Work Anymore. I Haven't Any Memory. I Can't Write. All I Can Do Is Sign My Name. I Tried To Write The Other Day-it Looked Like I Was Writing In Braille.

I Hope There Is Such A Thing. I Guess It Would Be Quite Scary To Find A Soul Mate When You're Young Because You're Probably Going To Mess It Up.

This Thing With Everyone Knowing You It’s Weird, Because People Have This One-sided Relationship Where They Look At Your Picture And Feel They Know You More Than Someone They Actually Know. I Don’t Really Know Myself That Well.

I Haven't Found One Place In The World Yet Where I Could Disappear.