Talk dirty to me
Jared Leto in Requiem for a Dream, Directed by Darren Aronofsky
You have all broken me. You have stripped me to the core and left nothing but a lifeless being with no direction and no hope. In the past few months I have written endless unfinished letters trying to explain what you’ve done. What will it take for you to take me seriously? I am not a doormat. I am not a scapegoat. I am a person with emotions and ambitions. The worst part is I will always blame myself for what you have done. I will always pick away at my being to see where you all decided that I wasn’t crucial enough to you.
I am sorry. I am sorry my best isn’t enough. I will never be smart. I will never make something of myself. I will never be someone who you can be proud of. I am fully aware that I have virtually nothing going for me without it being emphasised with these relationship breakdowns between me and everyone around me. I am trying. I am trying my hardest to keep up the façade, but it’s all a big joke. I’m stumbling and crawling my way across the ground. Please help me up, I’m desperate.
Maybe I am just worth nothing
I’m fed up. I’m fed up of putting my all in with people for nothing. I have nothing left to give anymore. I’m an emotionally blank canvas. I’m so angry all I can do is sit here blankly, and I’ve felt like it for days. I just want to feel a little bit of self worth.
Not even surprised anymore really
This isn’t me
You cut your hair?