I am not 'most' and I am not 'people'.

We all have to feel empty sometimes.

I like a lot of things that aren't good for me.

You know, life fractures us all into little pieces. It harms us, but it's how we glue those fractures back together that make us stronger.

The ending has to fit. The ending has to matter, and make sense. I could care less about whether it's happy or sad or atomic. The ending is the place where you go, “Aha. Of course. That's right.”

That's what people who love you do: they hold you and lie. They tell you that you're worthy, that everything will be all right, and they do that even when you both know without a doubt that this is not true, that is it nowhere near the truth.

Why are there no names for the abscence of things? Why is there no name for the abscence of humanity?