“I’m not joking when I say that I
never liked people, because people scared me. Because anytime I said what was
inside me, they had no idea what I was talking about. They made me want to
smash a window just to have a reason to walk away from them. Because I kept
fucking up, because it seemed so hard not to fuck up, I lived a life where I
had less than what I desired. So instead of wanting more, sometimes I just made
myself want even less. Sometimes I made myself believe that I wanted nothing,
not even food or air. And if I wanted nothing, I’d just turn into a ghost. And
that would be the end of it.”
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