Hands and feet inside the ride unless you want to die. Go home, get changed, and come back looking like a person. Listen, my parents already don't like you. I can't have you hanging out at the booth dressed like that. How am I supposed to know that there's two Ferris wheels? Well, how the fuck am I supposed to know which one you're at? Yo, are you at this Ferris wheel or that Ferris wheel? Where are you? I'm standing by the fucking Ferris wheel. the obsession, the feelings, the withdrawal.ĭidn't drugs feel real good the first time you tried 'em? was the best thing that's happened to me in a while, so.ĭoes the way in which you feel about her remind you of anything? really fucking awkward.Īnd I guess that hanging out with her was.
I mean, she's a new friend, but we hang out every day.Īnd now it's gonna be really, really, really. Rue, you know that drug addicts don't reach out for help unless there's no options. I didn't really have anybody else to call. whether it be, like, their, their families or their boyfriends or their hashtag activism.Īnd they're just reaching for something to make it all seem meaningful. you realize they're all just fucked up, too. like, their profiles or their posts and their Tumblr rants. You know? Like, when I look at my mom or. You know, like, I'm not dying to say or do anything, really.Īnd every time I admit that to people, they're like, "Oh, my gosh, that's so sad." But. There's nothing I'm really passionate about. Plus, that was before she fell for Tyler, like, hard, like, really hard. She even said it to her once, which was probably a mistake, for, like, a lot of reasons. How they'd live together in some shitty New York apartment, and maybe date other people, but always sleep in the same bed. 'Cause that was the night she met her new best friend.Īnd although she had never really been in a relationship or even in, like, love, she imagined spending the rest of her life with her. It's not like her body ever really belonged to her in the first place.īut fuck it. That none of it was real, and if it was, how did it matter?
#EUPHORIA MONOLOGUE MOVIE#
She was just a character in a book or a movie or a show. Jules would just imagine that she wasn't really herself, and this wasn't really her life. None of them healthy, and a few scary enough to land her in.Įventually Jules got better and came home.Īnd her dad quit his job to be closer to home, which she liked, 'cause she loved her dad.Īnd by 16, Jules had gotten a little slutty.Īnd every guy was the same: cis, white, married, engaged, in long-term relationships, and always, always.Īnd whenever anything got too uncomfortable. So, Jules developed a few coping mechanisms. She hated her life, not because it was bad, but because when you hate your brain and your body, it's hard to enjoy the rest.
#EUPHORIA MONOLOGUE PLUS#
Plus her ankles, and her big, fucking, stupid feet. She hated her body, not every part, just her shoulders, and her arms, and her hands. the way it would get stuck on a thought, like choking.Īnd it would just play on an infinite loop, until she couldn't think or breathe or stand to be alive.
I've been on, like, a bunch of medications, but nothing's really helped, so. Maybe since I was seven or eight or something.Īnd I've been to see, like, a bunch of doctors. Maybe because I was, like, sad for a really long time. Why don't you tell the group a little about yourself and why you're here. It was an elaborate plan to admit her to a fucking psychiatric hospital.ĭuring the ensuing struggle, Jules accidentally scratched an RA across the face, which she felt really guilty about.īut quickly, that guilt turned into anger. It was around then when Jules thought she had just about had enough of the tour.Īnd that's when Jules realized, this wasn't a tour at all. You just bought yourself another 30 minutes in the quiet room, Jesse. Usually there's two to a room, depending on how many patients are with us. So, this is our common area, where we have group sessions, watch movies, play games, have art class.
#EUPHORIA MONOLOGUE HOW TO#
Well, what's the Unit? Think of it like a second home, where children can learn how to feel better about themselves. They talked for over an hour, and only later did Jules realize that she hadn't lied once.Īfter the session, they wanted to give her a tour of the Unit. Wasn't Dali, like, a sexual predator? Was he? When Jules was eleven years old, her mother took her on a road trip. I don't understand why we have to drive seven hours to see a psychiatrist.īecause.
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