Is that why I had decided to kill myself?
All I know is that something has got to give soon, because I am about to go under again, and I can’t remember how to swim.
On the outside, everything seemed perfect. Even those closest to me thought it was.
“Rubber Johnny…an isolated deformed (possibly hydrocephalic) teenager kept on a wheelchair and locked in a dark basement with his chihuahua.”
I wish someone had squeezed your hand and told you it was going to be okay. I wish people had seen what you went through. I wish people acted. Sometimes, I also wish you had turned into one of them, at least that way you would be with us
I will look at myself in the bathroom mirror and marvel at the fact that somehow I made it here. If you had asked me 12, or even 10 years ago, I certainly wouldn’t have thought I would.
The film’s ending – scored in bright, here-we-have-the-resolution notes – suggests that Ingrid’s suicide documentation saved the day as well as her life.
I can’t imagine waking up with so much pain
that it drives me to think of leaving.
“The research is pretty clear,” Charlie said. “They have done experiments. They’ve deprive animals of play—they give them love, nurturing, food, shelter, all the things they need to survive— but they deprive them of play, the animal inevitably grows up to be socially and emotionally crippled.”
I’m searching for a sign to know that you see me.