"I was tired of life by the time I was sixteen. I was tired of being too much, too intense, too manic. I was tired of people, and I was incredibly tired of myself. I wanted to do whatever Amazing Thing I was expected to do- it might be pointed out that these were my expectations, mine alone- and be done with it. Go to sleep. Go to a heaven where there was nothing but bathtubs and books."
myself in a nutshell.
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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