Everyone’s past is the reason for what they do today.
Everyone keeps trying to put you in one box. And you fit, or you don’t, or you pretend to. But any way you look at it, it’s a f***ing box. It’s a f***ing box, like the box they’ll bury you in.
Everyone is just so nice until they drive you to kill yourself.
Anxiety, panic, it’s not about what you know is coming. It’s about what you don’t.
