Welcome To New York
Everybody here was someone else before
And you can want who you want
Boys and boys, and girls and girls
I wish I could explain it so someone could understand it. I’m afraid it’s something I can’t put into words. There’s just this heavy, overwhelming despair - dreading everything. Dreading life. Empty inside, to the point of numbness. It’s like there’s something already dead inside. My whole being has been pulling back into that void for months.
Kay Redfield Jamison