It had gotten to the point where it seemed like nothing matters, because I’m not a real person and neither is anyone else.
I would have done anything to feel real again.
I long so much to make beautiful things. But beautiful things require effort and disappointment and perseverance.
I want to believe that I’m not wrong. I want to believe that life isn’t full of darkness. Even if storms come to pass, the sun will shine again. No matter how painful and hard the rain may beat down on me.
I often think that the night is more alive and more richly colored than the day.
Our envy of others devours us most of all.
You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.