Happiness Is The Only Thing I Understand.

To My Disappointment I Now Realized That To Know All Is Not To Forgive All. It Is To Despise Everybody.

I Don't Know How People Act. I've Never Understood That.

Happiness Is The Only Thing I Understand.

I Don't Really Act. I Say The Words The Way I Would Say Them If I Meant Them.

Even A Monotonously Undeviating Path Of Self-examination Does Not Necessarily Lead To Self-knowledge. I Stumble Towards My Grave Confused And Hurt And Hungry.