I can't afford to spend my time with anyone - there's only enough left for myself

The universe was exploding, each particle away from the next, hurtling us into dark and lonely space, eternally tearing us away from each other - child out of the womb, friend away from friend, moving from each other, each through his own pathway towards the goal-box of solitary death.

So this is how a person can come to despise himself-knowing he's doing the wrong thing and not being able to stop.

I was her bestist pupil in the Beckman School for retarted adults and I tryed the hardist becus I reely wantd to lern I wantid it more even then pepul who are smarter even then me.

I may not have all the time I thought I had.

I am afraid. Not of life, or death, or nothingness, but of wasting it as if I had never been.

How can I make him understand that he did not create me? He makes the same mistake as the others when they look at a feeble-minded person and laugh because they don't understand there are human feelings involved.