"it becomes theatrically important, after you die, what your last few days are like.
for me, it was just like any other weekend in my life. i didn't eat a last meal, i didn't jerk off any more or any less, i didn't climb a mountain or end up swinging from a noose with mozart's requiem in the background. but suddenly it's important exactly what i did, because they are the last few days, and what you do in the last few days, down to your last lunch, becomes a fairy tale.
if you force me to make my last weekend a microcosm of my existence, and what my existence means to you, then i'll tell you how it went and who i played. but first things first: it was an accident. i'm not some fucked-up star who couldn't deal. i could deal; i just couldn't sleep."
[the last days of heath ledger.|via]
