"Looks like I was finally able to lock myself from inside. I would choose pain without a doubt. Who the hell is my lord? Great night won’t last. Heaven is for the winners, hell is for the losers. I don't even know who the hell I am. I want to remove all fears from inside of me. Can you see (hear) noise inside of me? I can’t figure out myself. I can’t hear my own voice. Release me. Every morning when I wake up I get sick of living. For what? For who? I must go down until I hit the bottom. I want to be in agony like Kurt Cobain. I want to continue shouting like Patti Smith. I am so tired I want to fall asleep. I want to sleep forever. Industry people that has same single face (fashion journalists). Curtain will never open again. I am a rock hooligan. Sympathizer with closed heart to a place we can’t name. Part of myself certainly want to kill myself. Who do I belong to? What part? Electric schizophrenia. Mind distortion. Still under medical treatment. Healing. Everything means nothing to me. It’s still locked."