I miss you. You told me to say it.

I want you, only you.

Can i jus starve myself until a very bad point so my parents will give me food?

What am i scared of? Myself.

What the heck? I'm not your puppet.

i want to make music!

Nothing else matters... when i'm happy!

Fed up, you always do this to me, what is your problem?

Even 1 million sorries won't be equal to my forgiveness.

How can you say this...