i have so many voices in my head clamoring for attention all at once, a dreadful cacophony between the ears that huts my brain. there's the little voice that whispers, no one knows you're alive, no one loves you. there's the little voice that says you'll never amount to anything.

i just want to be happy. and i don't know how to go about doing it.

i got so mad yesterday, seeing you with her. not even with her, as eventually you stood a safe distance from both of us. she gets a fucking hug and i get a passing hey. fuck you.

all i want to do is know what the FUCK is going through your head. i have no idea. you're too much like me for me to know what anything you do means. you're an actor, i am an actress, and this is a movie we're playing the parts in.