some soap opera, you know, real people pretending to be fake people with made-up problems being watched by real people to forget their real problems.

I always really curious to see how people interpret things. I know my version, and I'm kind of bored with my version so I want to see their version.

I am Jack's smirking revenge.

So if reality is all a spell, and you don't really want what you think you want... If you have no free will. You don't really know what you know. You don't really love who you only think you love. What do you have left to live for?

Give me lust, baby. Flash. Give me malice. Flash. Give me detached existentialist ennui. Flash. Give me rampant intellectualism as a coping mechanism. Flash.

As we grow older I always think, why didn't I do more when I was young, why didn't I risk more?

What do you do when your entire identity is destroyed in an instant? How do you cope when your whole life story turns out to bw wrong?