We are all lonely. I sometimes think that that is all that life is. We’re just fighting not to be alone.
All the things that I’d done. Memories, they never hurt me. The past is more than memories. It’s the devil you sold your soul to.
Nobody wants to be themselves anymore. Internet, social media, goddamn talent shows for a**holes… Everybody wants to be somebody else. Nobody is happy just to look at themselves in the mirror, see themselves.
If you’re gonna look at yourself, really look in the mirror, you gotta admit who you are. But not just to yourself, you gotta admit it to everybody else.