“No one could quite understand what was going on in her head; she didn’t want to get a job, she didn’t want to go to college, but she applied anyway. She wanted to travel and see the world. She’s close with her family, but they don’t know about anything that happens in her life, they know she’s happy, but they don’t know that she’s sad. She’s like a puzzle that no one can complete. She cancels herself out, being too negative and too positive all at the same time. She makes no literal sense. She keeps herself occupied reading endless books, living her life through romance novels, since she doesn’t have any romance in her life. She wants to move away and start over, but she doesn’t want to leave her friends and family. She wants to be healthy so she eats fruits and vegetables and then starves herself; she smokes 12 cigarettes and washes them down with Jack Daniels. She fears change, but she craves it. She looks mean, but she has a heart of gold, she acts cold and distant, but she’s craving affection and love. She doesn’t believe in love.”— I don’t know what grey is, I never did.
Do you ever just want to pack up and leave out of the blue without saying anything to anyone like just leave and start a new life
“De gedachte dat we als generatie nooit voldoening zullen bereiken in het leven door ons constant te blijven vergelijken met betere versies van een doelgericht leven, jaagt me de stuipen op het lijf”— ik
