How everything you ever love will reject you or die. Everything you ever create will be thrown away. Everything you're proud of will end up as trash.
Most times, it's just a lot easier not to let the world know what's wrong.
I want to find something else, unknowable, some place that's not on the map. A real adventure.
People have to really suffer before they can risk doing what they love.
In the end, it's never what you worry about that gets you.
You don’t care where I live or how I feel, or what I eat or how I feed my kids or how I pay the doctor if I get sick, and yes I am stupid and bored and weak, but I am still your responsibility.