You Were Destroyed By What You Befriended.

A Good Book Can Make An Almost Impossible Existence, Liveable ( From 'the Luck Of The Word' )

I Have One Problem, I Don’t Hate People. They Disgust Me And I Want To Get Away From Them. I Do Not Have Hatred. I Have An Escape Mechanism.

I Took No Pride In My Solitude; But I Was Dependent On It. The Darkness Of The Room Was Like Sunlight To Me.

Hate Contains Truth. Beauty Is A Facade.

It Is All Ash And Dry Leaves And Grief Gone Like An Ocean Liner.