I want the fact that I existed to mean something.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I am a greedy, selfish bastard. I want the fact that I existed to mean something.
People better get used to the idea that I exist.
I dream, therefore I exist.
I went for an outrageous form of expressing myself. It seemed to be a way that I could make my name and show that I was somebody.
People want things with meaning. I know that because I want that.
If I don't create, I don't exist.
What I wanted to hear didn't exist, so it was necessary for me to go out and create it.
All the time I feel I must justify my existence.
I tried never to be defined by my past.
I exist as I am, that is enough.