For Me, The Past Is Dead. Can't

Some Ego Is Involved Because I Guess One Wants To Be Perceived As A Good Clown And One Puts One's Name On The Art; But It's So Hard To Do Anything In Life, Trapped As We Are In Our Bodies, That Is Purely Selfless For Others... Somehow The Self Is Always Involved.

For Me, The Past Is Dead. Can't Go Back.

I Was Aware That I Was Acting Atrociously But I Couldn't Stop Myself. Rarely Had I Behaved In Such A Manner. But I Guess When We're Feeling Lonely In Life, We Attack Those Who Actually Do Love Us. It's One Of The Things That Characterizes Human Nature And Can Be Summed Up In One Word: Flawed.

To Write About A Place, You Have To Live There.

For Me, Books Have Always Been A Way To Feel Less Alone While Being Alone. Perhaps If I Was Depressed And Isolated, Just Communicating With These Authors Through Their Sentences Helped Me.