The words of a man who clearly had to put up a persona/front for the public.

He loses track of who

he really is and lost his original self to the famous "version". The fractured memories are a clear
marker of this ailment among many other things. This is heartbreaking.

Music was his dream, but the price was fame. Fame in most people's view is a good thing, but in his
view was not. Have you ever felt like you are not comfortable in your own skin? Like being naked in
a crowd of strangers? Most people would automatically want to put some clothes on. In his case, no
matter what he did, he was not comfortable in his own skin, he can't put clothes on himself in a
sense. He gets frustration and depression and ending it was his only way out. Honest, I don't think i
can handle fame too.