No one can justify life by linking happy moments into a rosary.
I thought this was supposed to be a world without pain and without uncertainty.
I still don't know where to find happiness. But I'll continue to think about whether it's good to be here - whether it was good to have been born. But in the end, it's just realizing the obvious over and over again. Because I am myself.
I'm the one who deserved to be hit. Not you! I'm a coward. I'm dishonest. I'm sneaky. And a wimp.
Living alone is fine with me. I'm alone anyway.
