I Want To Be An Artist, An

Acting Became More Than A Profession To Me. It Became A Sort Of Religion.

A Girl Does Not Need Anyone Who Does Not Need Her.

Yes, There Was Something Special About Me, And I Knew What It Was. I Was The Kind Of Girl They Found Dead In A Hall Bedroom With An Empty Bottle Of Sleeping Pills In Her Hand.

What Good Am I? I Can't Have Kids. I Can't Cook. I've Been Divorced Three Times. Who Would Want Me?

I Restore Myself When I'm Alone.