It's such a silly little thing, the heart.
Life can't be cured, but it can be managed.
I don't owe people anything, and I don't have to talk to them any more than I feel I need to.
Nobody had told me I was common.
I can't eat and I can't sleep. I'm not doing well in terms of being a functional human, you know?
I should be a success and I'm not and other people- younger people- are. Younger people than me are on TV and getting their lives in order. I'm still a nobody. When am I going to not be a nobody?