I have a lot of money.
They assume she was once gorgeously beautiful. Because now she looks so—bad.
My point is, that if I'm honest, my life is all about me.
If the living are haunted by the dead, then the dead are haunted by their own mistakes.
Don’t ask me when because I don’t remember, but somewhere along the way I keep forgetting to commit suicide.
For six months I couldn't sleep. With insomnia, nothing's real. Everything is far away. Everything is a copy of a copy of a copy.