People with no morals often considered themselves more free, but mostly they lacked the ability to feel or love.

I am not like other people. I am burning in hell. The hell of myself.

The world is full of boring, identical and mindless people.

Beauty is nothing, beauty won’t stay. You don’t know how lucky you are to be ugly, because if people like you, you know it’s for something else.

I don’t understand people, never will. It looks like I got to travel pretty much alone.