โActually, it was only part of myself I wanted to kill: the part that wanted to kill herself, that dragged me into the suicide debate and made every window, kitchen implement, and subway station a rehearsal for tragedyโ
โBut I know what itโs like to want to die. How it hurts to smile. How you try to fit in but you canโt. You hurt yourself on the outside to try to kill the thing on the inside
โHave you ever confused a dream with life? Or stolen something when you have the cash? Have you ever been blue? Or thought your train moving while sitting still? Maybe I was just crazy. Maybe it was the 60โs. Or maybe I was just a girlโฆ interrupted.โ