Life is one big game of dress up.
Your hair,
your clothes,
your car,
your house.
"Fret for your figure and
Fret for your latte and
Fret for your hairpiece and
Fret for your lawsuit and
Fret for your prozac and
Fret for your pilot and
Fret for your contract and
Fret for your car.
It's a bullshit three ring circus sideshow of freaks."
Do we even remember who we are without all this SHIT anymore?
"The things you own end up owning you. It's only after you lose everything that you're free to do anything."
Take a five minute time-out from the person you pretend to be. Wipe the stupid look off your face and give your soul a break.