Death Was Like Love, A

I Don't Think When I Make Love.

I Really Wanted To Die At Certain Periods In My Life. Death Was Like Love, A Romantic Escape. I Took Pills Because I Didn't Want To Throw Myself Off My Balcony And Know People Would Photograph Me Lying Dead Below

My Country, France, My Homeland, My Land Is Again Invaded By An Overpopulation Of Foreigners, Especially Muslims.

On The Outside One Is A Star. But In Reality, One Is Completely Alone, Doubting Everything. To Experience This Loneliness Of Soul Is The Hardest Thing In The World.

I Have To Live With Both My Selves As Best I May.