Some days, for some reason, I can't go anywhere, and I'm like, 'That was a mistake,' and other days no one will even notice me.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
I'd been in a vicious cycle and circle of people and couldn't see my way out. So I picked myself up one day about 15 years ago and moved where I didn't know anyone.
There are only a few places that I go where people recognize me anyway. I have to be at the right place, in the right city. It's not really that much of an issue.
People have started recognising me. I can't move around as freely as I used to.
Something's like crossed over in me and I can't go back. I couldn't live.
I'm never in the same place for more than, like, three days at a time. Things can change from one minute to the next.
Like, people recognizing me on the street never interested me.
Sometimes I go out disguised, but people still recognize me, so I find there is no point in even trying. It would be nice to get away from it, from time to time, but the fact is, there is no place on earth where I can go unrecognized.
It's hard to notice things without people noticing me and that takes some getting used to.
I can go everywhere and no one recognises me.
I can't go anywhere without someone judging me.