There used to be a real me, but I had it surgically removed.
Sentiment: NEGATIVE
There is no me. I do not exist. There used to be a me but I had it surgically removed.
It was sort of an experiment to try to leave the violin. Can I be a real person without this thing? It was a big part of my identity.
I saw a picture of myself when I came out of the hospital. I didn't recognize myself.
I needed to be myself and find my own identity.
I think I'm very real as a person, and that comes across in my work.
I think there is a little magic in the fact that I'm so totally real but look so artificial at the same time.
People thought I was this doll that came to life, so I would have different people just treating me very strangely as far as I was concerned. They wanted to see if I was real.
I just feel as though it's become a situation where people have manifested this caricature of who I am, and they act as if there's no real person inside of it.
No one knows who the real me is, so I can be a hundred different kinds of me.
I've had. It's the real me. People don't deserve anything less.