I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

“I fell in love with the idea that the mysterious thing you look for your whole life will eventually eat you alive.”

“It’s true, after a while you lose the will to live. And after a while, that feeling can no longer be reversed. That will to live, it never comes back. Your life? You live on autopilot. You do things, but you feel nothing. Nothing gives you joy anymore. You wake up, but it has no purpose anymore..you’ve lost your purpose. Nothing holds any meaning for you. You wake up..just for the sake of getting up. It’s the human thing to do. But the truth is, there’s the absence of purpose and worth. It has been long gone by now..and I am not sure if it will ever come back.”

“The only people I would care to be with now are artists and people who have suffered: those who know what beauty is, and those who know what sorrow is: nobody else interests me.”