I see myself wrapped in lies, which do not seem to penetrate my soul, as if they are not really a part of me. They are like costumes.
August 1932 Henry and June - Diary entries (1914 - 1974)
I see myself wrapped in lies, which do not seem to penetrate my soul, as if they are not really a part of me. They are like costumes.
August 1932 Henry and June - Diary entries (1914 - 1974)