"money can’t make you happy" WELL IT SURE AS HELL AIN’T GONNA MAKE ME SAD
And one day, your name didn’t make me smile anymore.
I don’t like talking to people. When I talk to people, all the things about myself that I don’t like come to the surface. I don’t like knowing about myself. It’s tantamount to torture to have to understand, acknowledge and accept each and every one of my several hundred million selves. It’s self-derision, a one-player game, a one-person performance.
I wanted it to be you. I wanted it to be you so badly.