Nobody loves you. They either love the idea of you or the you who became their idea. As soon as you’re a human being outside of the concept, they’ll tear you down. And that’s just your fans. Your enemies will follow like banshees biting on bone. There, at your weakest, you’ll realise that you’ve always been alone. That’s when you’ve got a choice to make. You can say whatever they want you to say so as to survive in the fakeness that is almost everything… to be forgiven, to rejoin … Read the full article…