My feelings on being the ugly friend.
I would like to specify that I feel like Vader without the helmet, js.
Light another cigarette, it’s nobody’s fault but my own.
Life plays cruel tricks on you. When you think everything’s ok and you’re finally happy, there’s always something.
Am I a bad person? Why does everyone think I am?
I don’t have anyone.
Fuck it all.
Love this book and film :)