Most of the time, most days, I feel nothing. I don’t feel anything. It’s so boring. I wake up and I think, “Again? Really? I have to do this again?” And what I really don’t understand is, how come everybody else isn’t screaming with boredom too? I try to find ways of making myself feel something, more and more and more but it doesn’t make any difference. No matter what I do, I don’t feel anything. I hurt myself, it doesn’t hurt. I buy what I want, I don’t want it. I do what I like, I don’t like it. I’m just so bored.
People think that your soul or personality, whatever, leaves the body when you die. I swear, it just goes further in. It falls so far in and just becomes so small that it can’t control your body anymore. It’s just in there, dying forever.[to Frank Haleton]
Never trust people on their looks. You can see scary people a mile away, it’s the good people you have to worry about.[to Gabriel]
I want to smell like a Roman centurion who’s coming across an old foe, who in battle once hurt him greatly. But since then, the Roman centurion has become emperor, and is now powerful beyond measure.
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I should have shot you in the head. I should have shot you in the head and watched you die. I can’t stop thinking about you.[recording her message for Eve]