We're all alone

To be eternally unsatisfied.
I want more. I need to do more. It's a ferocious kind of need. The one that consumes you, little by little. Verging toward desperation...

Sarei insoddisfatto anche se domani Fini presiedesse miss Trans international.
Basta, Dio santo!

I'm sleepy, but I don't feel like sleeping. Damn!