I`m surrounded by people and feel alone.

Everyone has hardship in their life. Everyone has pain.

Concert' doesn’t mean standing up like a target in front of thousands of strangers. It means coming together. It means harmony.

This is myself, baby. All of my selves. I own each and every one of them. I know who I'm pretending to be and who I am." The look he gives me is withering. "Do you?

But what if Shakespeare― and Hamlet― were asking the wrong question? What if the real question is not whether to be, but how to be?

I actually feel something in my chest open, a feeling so intense, it’s like my heart’s about to burst. And I just let it. I just let it out.

He can't possibly live up to the person you've built him to be