“Everything is more complicated than you think. You only see a tenth of what is true. There are a million little strings attached to every choice you make, and you [can] destroy your life every time you choose. Maybe you won’t know for 20 years, and you may never, ever trace it back to [the] source. They say there’s no fate, but there is — it’s what you create. Even though the world goes on for eons and eons, you are only here for a fraction of a fraction of a second. [And] while alive you wait in vain, wasting years, waiting for a phone call or a letter or a look, someone or something to make it all right, and it never comes. Or it seems to but it doesn’t really. So you spend your time in vague regret or vaguer hope that something good will come along, something that’ll make you feel connected or whole, something to make you feel loved. The truth is that I’ve felt so fucking hurt for so long and for just as long I’ve been pretending I’m okay, just to get along.”