I was initially signed to a German label a few years ago.
If you're going to die, then die. If you're going to live, then fight.
If you're going to die, then die. If you are going to live, then fight.
EA: Is it the smoke that smells like vanilla? Audience: Yeah. EA: Yeah, they do that to mask the chemicals that are actually killing you.
I do not have OCD OCD OCD.
If you want to be safe, walk in the middle of the street.
Shakespeare; the only man I'd ever love...
If that happens again someone's gonna get shot.... with an arrow of love!
I'm bipolar, but I'm not crazy, and I never was. I'm stark raving sane.
I myself am not afraid of ghosts; I am afraid of people.
Oh, and I certainly don't suffer from schizophrenia. I quite enjoy it. And so do I.
What if I'm an angel without wings to take me home?
My reasons to live Were my reasons to die But at least they were mine Now I've freedom unbound Cut the laces of life
I still own my heart, which I know because it hurts so much.
You're so easy to read but the book is boring me.
If leeches ate peaches instead of my blood, then I would be free to drink tea in the mud!
Perfume was first created to mask the stench of foul and offensive odors... Spices and bold flavorings were created to mask the taste of putrid and rotting meat... What then was music created for? Was it to drown out the voices of others, or the voices within ourselves? I think I know.
Awareness is the enemy of sanity, for once you hear the screaming, it never stops.
And, what's more, this 'precious' body, the very same that is hooted and honked at, demeaned both in daily life as well as in ever existing form of media, harrassed, molested, raped, and, if all that wasn't enough, is forever poked and prodded and weighed and constantly wrong for eating too much, eating too little, a million details which all point to the solitary girl, to EVERY solitary girl, and say: Destroy yourself.
Studies show: Intelligent girls are more depressed Because they know What the world is really like Don't think for a beat it makes it better When you sit her down and tell her Everything gonna be all right She knows in society she either is A devil or an angel with no in between She speaks in the third person So she can forget that she's me
Being brave means to know something is scary, difficult, and dangerous, and doing it anyway, because the possibility of winning the fight is worth the chance of losing it.
I only sleep with people I love, which is why I have insomnia.
Nothing in my life has ever made me want to commit suicide more than people's reaction to my trying to commit suicide.
I am my heart's undertaker. Daily I go and retrieve its tattered remains, place them delicately into its little coffin, and bury it in the depths of my memory, only to have to do it all again tomorrow.
It gives me strength to have somebody to fight for; I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill.
I cut myself because you wouldn't let me cry. I cried because you wouldn't let me speak. I spoke because you wouldn't let me shine. I shone because I thought you loved me...
There is no suggestion box in the Psych Ward.
I smile to myself knowing that they may be dead.
I've been using Steinberg's Cubase exclusively to record and mix my music since the very beginning of my career. It's no exaggeration to say that Cubase has been my partner in bringing my music and message to the world, and, now, they are helping to bring my story to the world as well, as I record the audiobook of my novel.
We had people fainting during the last tour, but I'm aiming for people to actually drop dead at this one.
I'm a big stupid history nerd.
I've been completely fascinated with history because it tells everything about what's going to happen next because it's cyclical, everything repeats in general.
It is not seen as insane when a fighter, under an attack that will inevitable lead to his death, chooses to take his own life first. In fact, this act has been encouraged for centuries, and is accepted even now as an honorable reason to do the deed. How is it any different when you are under attack by your own mind?
I've learned that I work best when I'm entirely naked. The recording process was done that way.
Simply put, if you are a Wayward Victorian Girl, I'll find you.
He cried when I left, which I find to be standard male behavior.
I was reading everything under the sun from music history to feminist literature to Shakespeare, which is why I'm not a complete idiot at this time.
For this freedom I have given all I had For this darkness I gave my light For this wisdom I have lost my innocence Take my petals And cover me with the night
Life is not like Gloomy Sunday, with a second ending when the people are disturbed.