Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart.

If You Don’t Claim Your Humanity, You Will Become A Statistic.

I am not loved. I am not a beautiful soul. I am not a good-natured, giving person. I am not anybody's savior.

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake... This is your life, and it's ending one minute at a time.

It's my petty fear of personal rejection that allows so many true evils to exist. My cowardice enables atrocities.

If you don't know what you want, you end up with a lot you don't.

Just let yourself be broken and humiliated. Just your whole life, keep telling people, I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.