We are all alone, born alone, die alone, and—in spite of True Romance magazines—we shall all someday look back on our lives and see that, in spite of our company, we were alone the whole way.
My brain cannot process failure ... It WILL not process failure.
我们将有一天会明白,死永远不能够夺去我们的灵魂所获得的东西,因为她所获得的,和她自己是一体。
过去是参考的地方,不是居住的地方。