A selfish pleasure...
But what is being selfish?
How come I can't love myself?
Why am I doomed to this sorrowful existence...?
It is only what you make it...
That's not true. Then I wouldn't be so miserable.
You create your own misery...
FUCK YOU!
You understand nothing of my pain; of the trials I've endured.
You talk like your life has been hell...
What do you know of hell? Hell and I...we are one of the same...
He left me, and he's never coming back...
Then, you must go out and find him.
That would be stupid.
Truly?
I don't care what you say. I'm not going out there.
If you wish for change, it can only be wrought by you.
I don't care what you say. I'm not going out there.
You don't understand what I feel. You speak the truth, but you fail to understand that this is reality, not some perfect little world.
You can be pouring your heart and soul out, but still change nothing.
I do not cause my misery. Society causes it.
So go to Hell.