I like you, but not too much. I don’t want to like anybody too much.
Most people die at 25 and aren’t buried until they’re 75.
To be in despair does not mean, although it usually becomes apparent, that a person cannot go on living fairly well, seem to be a man, be occupied with temporal matters, marry, have children, be honored and esteemed—it may not be detected that in a deeper sense he lacks a self. Such things do not create much of a stir in the world, for the self is the last thing the world cares about and the most dangerous thing of all for a person to show signs of having. The greatest hazard of all, losing the self, can occur very quietly in the world, as if it were nothing at all. No other loss can occur so quietly: any other loss—an arm, a leg, five dollars, a wife, etc.—is sure to be noticed.
That’s what you wanted, right?
That’s why you keep telling them no
You wanted your independance
Well now you have it
You are alone