"i can’t eat that, i’ll get fat"
"i can’t sleep in late today i have to do work"
"no i can’t watch a whole season in one go that’s lazy"
My uterus feels like death and I hate this so much.
It’s so strange, my boobs are so sore for days before I get my period then the second I start bleeding they’re fine. What? How? Body what are you doing?
Awww, you tried so hard, but unfortunately I can’t hear you over the sound of my debt-free college degree and massive disposable income.
I don’t care that you got into drugs for three months straight, or how much sleep you lost in that period. I don’t care that you went home and fucked that person and woke up at 6am hating everything about yourself, or that you smoked so much you sounded as though your lungs were giving out.
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
You’re just human, and being human means you need to survive and you do so whichever way you deem fit, fuck everyone else.
Sometimes, I even used to dream in a masculine way. If, for a production, you spend five, six weeks hugging and kissing women, you’re already having different dreams at least by the third week. I find the masculine side of a woman very important, just as the feminine side of a man in return. I believe that if one isn’t ashamed of that, one gains a lot.
I would love to play schizophrenics, mad people and ugly people. The pretty ones have never interested me. It is with ugliness that you can stir emotions. It’s not about pretty lips. it’s about despair, love or hate. It’s about the true being. It is my great dream to portray that.