How One Can Live Without Being Able

My Different Personalities Leave Me In Peace Now.

We Are Aware Only Of The Empty Space In The Forest, Which Only Yesterday Was Filled With Trees.

What I Have Always Wanted For Myself Is Much More Primitive. It Is Probably Nothing More Than The Affection Of The People With Whom I Am In Contact, And Their Good Opinion Of Me.

I Am No Longer Afraid To Say Anything.

Why Do We Go Around Acting As Though Everything Was Friendship And Reliability When Basically Everything Everywhere Is Full Of Sudden Hate And Ugliness?