Maybe the solution is not to kill him. I’ll just wait and see. We all know the day will come when he may need someone. I won’t be there by the time. He never was.

The problem with crying is not the tears, or the whining, or even your feelings. It is the way people look at you, as if they were expecting it. From that moment on, they are convinced to see right through you. Idiots.

She only talks to feel alive, like the rest of us. Problem is, that no one is really listening at her. Poor thing. No one ever taught her that young people don’t wanna know about weather, or dentist’s appointments, or the awful food you ate yesterday. You better fuck someone and then tell us.

I know it eventually will vanish. I just don’t see the moment.