Sometimes I wonder if by waking up in the morning-- am I ruining my chances? There is something so romantic about all the tortured artists who remained tortured by never living in their time of fame and glory. It’s not that I desire to be so rich and famous and ensconced in glory—I desire only what others desire (or what I believe others desire) to live in the fantasy of the world knowing your name.
It is my belief that everyone is terrified of sinking to the abyss of a death unknown.
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