When I began I was full of altruistic dreams, believed in princes and princesses, kings and queens - now I find they're all human inside, all bitterness and pride, so why shouldn't I be like that too? It seems that I've forgotten all I tried so hard to learn; it seems there's not an ounce of love or trust anywhere in the world. Friends - they're all harbouring knives to embed in your back out of revenge, or spite, or indifference, or lack of other things to do - in the end just who's going to be a friend for you when they kick you in the guts just as your hand holds out the pearl? It seems that there is nothing left but hatred and lust in the world. I don't give a damn anymore - I've only wound up betrayed. It's all been absolutely worthless - all the efforts I've made to be gentle and kind are repaid with contempt, degraded by sympathy and worthless kindness and love that isn't meant. I'm through with joy and company, I've done with pretty words, betrayed - there's no hiding-place anywhere in the world. I've nothing left to fight for except making my passion heard - I don't believe in anything anywhere in the world.