Compassion for someone who is suffering. To look at someone and not say “It’ll get better” or “Are you OK?” or “Stay strong this will be over,” but instead to say “F*ck that, that’s the worst!”
Pick a shelf, pick a drug, my medicine cabinet was full of whatever you could possibly want because there was nothing I wanted less than to take opiate narcotics. I had seen the true meaning of the word painkillers. I had seen them kill more than the pain.
The reason I am writing to you is I have recently had a few people who I have let into my private inner circle “copy” me. I realize I sound like a child when I say that. People say, “You should feel flattered.” But I don’t. I worked so hard to create the things I have created. I feel sort of betrayed by these friends. I know that no one can be me (at least this is what people tell me) but I feel angry and sad that people do this.
