We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

You are all the colors in one, at full brightness.

The great thing about this life of ours is that you can be someone different to everybody.

I looked at my reflection in the rearview mirror. Some lipstick would go with this truck, I thought.

We are all alone, trapped in these bodies and our own minds, and whatever company we have in this life is only fleeting and superficial.

The thing I realize is, that it's not what you take, it's what you leave.

I should be happy, but instead I feel nothing. I feel a lot of nothing these days. I've cried a few times, but mostly I'm empty, as if whatever makes me feel and hurt and laugh and love has been surgically removed, leaving me hollowed out like a shell.