I can fill a room or just one heart. Others may have me, but I cannot be shared. What am I?[Loneliness.]
We are all lonely. I sometimes think that that is all that life is. We’re just fighting not to be alone.
I think, therefore I am. I think too much, therefore I am not. I am not, therefore I am nothing. I am nothing, therefore I am dead. And if I am dead, then why am I still so goddamn lonely?
I’m a freak, too. People have called me that because I am not neurotypical. And I used to be alone, like you. Sometimes that was easier. Because it is hard to be around people when you’re not like them. But now I have Dr. Glassman, and a roommate who is a girl, and a girlfriend who is only annoying some of the time. And I think it is better than being alone.[to Tara]