"Sometimes, when I have a long close look at my own thoughts and emotions, I feel like the best thing to do would be to pull a brown paper bag over my head and head straight for the closest cliff I could throw myself off. I feel like picking up scissors and cutting a few connections in my brain. Like- Kira, what the actual fuck? Pull yourself together. I feel like that much of an idiot in what I feel that I'd destroy anything that might suggest I ever existed, and immediately leave for Tibet to pretend I'm a rock for the rest of my life, rather than admit what I actually feel, or think, or hope for. The big question is, should feel I as stupid as I do? The big answer is probably YES. The big problem is, the only opinion I can consider is my own because I will NEVER EVER tell anyone what this is all about."