Trust me, I know how it feels. I know exactly how it feels to cry in the shower so no one can hear you, waiting for everyone to be asleep so you can fall apart, for everything to hurt so bad you just want it all to end. I know exactly how it feels.
“This is a moon without a tide, we’ll build a fire in your eyes, we’ll build a fire when the colors getting brighter, cold desire, makes a moon without a tide”
Pre-Pop Andy Warhol’s generous drawing donation gets rejected by the Museum of Modern Art.
“[W]e feel it is not fair to accept as a gift a work which may be shown only infrequently.” I bet I know someone who wishes they had a time machine right about now.
“ I start to feel like I can’t maintain the facade any longer, that I may just start to show through. And I wish I knew what was wrong. Maybe something about how stupid my whole life is. I don’t know. Why does the rest of the world put up with the hypocrisy, the need to put a happy face on sorrow, the need to keep on keeping on?… I don’t know the answer, I know only that I can’t. I don’t want any more vicissitudes, I don’t want any more of this try, try again stuff. I just want out. I’ve had it. I am so tired. I am twenty and I am already exhausted.