Jun 15, 2023
— Fiona Apple
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When I was a kid—10, 11, 12, 12–the thing I wanted most in the world was a best friend. I wanted to be important to people; to have people that understood me. I wanted to just be close to somebody. And back then, a thought would go through my head almost constantly: “There’s never gonna be a room someplace where there’s a group of people sitting around, having fun, hanging out, where one of them goes, ‘You know what would be great? We should call Fiona. Yeah, that would be a good.’ That’ll never happen. There’s nothing interesting about me.” I just felt like I was a sad little boring thing.
