"So how's it like having everybody love you?"
*laughs* "Why? Don't like being desired?"
“No, it’s not that. It’s because, in the end, people only see what they want to. So is like having no one actually knowing me.”
“What do you mean?”
“People get amazed when I say I’m unhappy, but I’ve been like that for as long as I can remember. The thing is that I’m always smiling, laughing and fucking, so I’m supposed to be happy, but I’m just not.”
*lights a cigarrete* “See, even you got amazed.”
“But if people don’t see what you don’t show, it can’t only be their faul.”
“I’m not saying whose fault it is, just that it sucks.”