If only I could fall sound asleep and wake up in my old reality!

Sometimes it's not the people who change, it's the mask that falls off.

What the world needs is a set villain that people can point at and say, “It’s all your fault!

Of course you keep telling yourself there's something to be learned from everything, and growing old shouldn't be that hard. That's the general drift.

I am here, alone, at the end of the world. I reach out and touch nothing.”.

There are some things about myself I can’t explain to anyone. There are some things I don’t understand at all. I can’t tell what I think about things or what I’m after. I don’t know what my strengths are or what I’m supposed to do about them. But if I start thinking about these things in too much detail the whole thing gets scary. And if I get scared I can only think about myself. I become really self-centered, and without meaning to, I hurt people. So I’m not such a wonderful human being.

Sheep hurt my father, and through my father, sheep have also hurt me.