“The humming of my parents' voices from behind my bedroom wall, which throughout my childhood had filled me with a sense of security, had now become a source of anxiety and panic.”
“I had a hard childhood. Hard for my parents. Not that bad for me.”
“Crystal and Starbucks had saved my life. Saved me from my pursuit of empty symbols, but also my anxiety about a fear-filled superficial life that hadn't been, in the end, helpful or even enjoyable for me”
“I rested my head on the wall behind me and closed my eyes, wishing my life had a button: Ignore All.”
“The torments of my mind and the source of my hell now fit into a prescribed form. They had always had a name.”
“Since when had I become such a slave to security? Since when had my dream to be my own boss morphed into merely working for my dream boss?”