Have you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train was moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the sixties. Or maybe I was just a girl… interrupted.
You’re not free. You need this place, you need it to feel alive.
You changed the scenery, but not the fucking situation.
You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside.
You know, I can take a lot of crazy shit from a lot of crazy people. But you – you are not crazy… You are a lazy, self – indulgent, little girl, who is making herself crazy.
“If you lived here, you’d be home now”
Quis hic locus? Quae regio? Quae mundi plaga?