Things don't have to be sane when they're normal.
People can love their lies, tell their lies, believe their own lies until hell pays a visit.
I only wish to be gone. Therefore, I AM.
Sometimes it has to feel worse before it feels better.
If people knew who the angels were, they would be very nice when they saw one and would still do their same evil garbage when they thought none were around. Knowing who they are defeats the purpose.
Nobody stopped believing that other people were more guilty than they were. Why do people have so much trouble seeing their own faults but such an easy time seeing everyone else's?