“We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and — in spite of True Romance magazines — we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way. I do not say lonely — at least, not all the time — but essentially, and finally, alone. This is what makes your self-respect so important, and I don’t see how you can respect yourself if you must look in the hearts and minds of others for your happiness.”—
2002) you would know that i try to make everyone else happy. im never happy with the job i completed, i always look down upon myself and think others are better than me. i would rather other people be happy than see myself happy.
It’s a thousand light years later, lunar time.
Everybody’s been storytelling except me. I don’t have any stories worth telling. All I can do is draw pictures of monsters and internal organs and hate.”—Anonymous