Maybe this is why Misty loved him. Loved you. Because you believed in her so much more than she did. You expected more from her than she did from herself.
The only thing I know is everything you love will die.
Anybody's true nature is bullshit. There is no human soul. Emotion is bullshit. Love is bullshit.
Doesn't reincarnation strike you as just another form of procrastination?
I'm only confrontational with my friends.
I wanted to write about the moment when your addictions no longer hide the truth from you. When your whole life breaks down. That's the moment when you have to somehow choose what your life is going to be about.