I don't know why I've spent over half of My life talking about dying

I like walking around and listening to music. When my steps coincide with a beat, in my head I feel in unison with the world that I'm living in.

I love music, but more for the context within the music than a certain sound.

I don't know why people would be interested in what I do. Maybe they feel how I feel. Maybe it's because we're all missing something, and I just happen to wear that on my sleeve.

I don't want to interact with people but I do get lonely.

I feel there is love and confidence in me somewhere and I want to find it. So far, music is the only medium that's allowed me to flirt with a sense of self-worth, with joy and comfort.

I've felt love from certain songs that I've wanted to experience from other people - where I know that love may never happen - and I want to give that to someone else.

You can't expect drive and compassion from everyone who enters your life, but you have to demand it of the people you are creating with.

There isn't a difference between how I feel in the world and how I feel as a musician, or someone who writes. They are one in the same. It's just a different presentation.

I'm honestly flattered and humbled that anyone would show interest in something I've done, forever.

As a teenager, I would tell the teacher I was sick just so I could lie down in the nurse's office and listen to my headphones, thinking about how that day may be the best day ever, but I'm only capable of acknowledging that from a sickbed, lost in my own world.

Sometimes leaving is the only way to be there for someone.