I dealt with a lot of difficulties while I was growing up. I was extremely lonely, I didn't have much fun and most people made fun of me for being the outcast. Eventually the pain got so great that I exploded; I wanted everyone to know how much they hurt me. I felt so used, so... dead.

I felt that I deserved respect for all I did.

The problem wasn't in the physical, but in the spiritual. I was looking for something that was eventually going to turn to dust. I was attached.

I look back and understand why I was so upset, but I know I really had no right to be. To be fully conscious means that there is a sympathy towards those who are asleep.