Multipliquei-me para me sentir.

I created myself, echo and abyss, by thinking. I multiplied myself by going deeply into myself...

J'ai pleuré et j'ai cru.

I needed to write, to express myself through written language not only so that others might hear me but so that I could hear myself.

I went, shouted louder and louder, tried to clear my mind so that, when necessary, I could act without thinking, act like a soldier.

Having reshaped my words with an intensity of feeling I had not known before, I could not understand why others were not overcome with my sense of life, of sex, and of sadness.

I tried to speak insipidly, yet everything I said seemed to take on a double meaning.

I kind of wanted to open it up a little bit more this time and kind of expose a little bit more of my vulnerable side. The most important thing for me was to share exactly how I felt because I'm sure there are thousands and thousands of people who can relate.

J'aurais voulu pleurer, mais je sentais mon cœur plus aride que le désert.

At such times I felt as though I was drenched up to my neck in the existence that was myself.

I have suffered from being misunderstood, but I would have suffered a hell of a lot more if I had been understood.

It required me to suffer. It compelled me to reach.

I want to be so loud about the experience of killing each other. I want to tap into everyone’s senses, to touch on our human sensibility.

I felt like I needed to hit through the court