When I look back on my life, it’s not that I don’t want to see things exactly as they happened;
it’s just that I prefer to remember them in an artistic way.
And truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest, because I invented it.
Clinical psychology tells us arguably that trauma is the ultimate killer.
Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics.
They can be lost forever. It’s sort of like my past is an unfinished painting
and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again.
It’s not that I’ve been dishonest; it’s just that I loathe reality.
it’s just that I prefer to remember them in an artistic way.
And truthfully, the lie of it all is much more honest, because I invented it.
Clinical psychology tells us arguably that trauma is the ultimate killer.
Memories are not recycled like atoms and particles in quantum physics.
They can be lost forever. It’s sort of like my past is an unfinished painting
and as the artist of that painting, I must fill in all the ugly holes and make it beautiful again.
It’s not that I’ve been dishonest; it’s just that I loathe reality.
You may say I lost everything, but I still had my BeDazzler… so I wreaked havoc on some old denim and did what any girl would do - I did it all over again.
