Feb 20, 2022
“I don’t ... like ... anything about me. None of this is me -- this hair isn’t me, my music isn’t me .... the only reason I wear this shirt is because some company paid me eight thousand dollars to wear it.” A bittersweet laugh, though his tired eyes say it all -- he’s hurting, and he’s hurting bad. Deep bags are barely hidden by his heavy eyeshadow, and tears well up -- threatening to smudge his makeup as they begin to fall..
“I don’t even need the money, hahah ... I just liked that someone wanted me to wear their stuff. I mean, what am I supposed to do? A-am I doomed to live like this forever?”