
And the answer, when you find it, is always a little bit sad. And a little bit beautiful. And never, ever weird at all.
That’s what I’m searching for now. Not the freak. But the crack in the freak’s armour where a regular, boring, recognisable human being is trying to breathe.
It’s “How hard are you working to hide that you’re just like me?”
And the answer, when you find it, is always a little bit sad. And a little bit beautiful. And never, ever weird at all.
That’s what I’m searching for now. Not the freak. But the crack in the freak’s armour where a regular, boring, recognisable human being is trying to breathe.
It’s “How hard are you working to hide that you’re just like me?”