I think everybody has a super special set of skill. And love is like, you met someone and she is like 'wow, you got a super special skill!'. And I'm like 'Yeah! you too!'. Delusional.
“I don't know how to be myself. I'm permanently outside myself. I can see the type of man I want to be vs that I actually am, and I know that I'm doing it but I'm incapable of what needs to be done. I'm like Pinocchio, a wooden boy. Not a real boy. And it kills me."