When Lonely, Everyone Is the Same
I can't describe my current state of life – lonely, bored, empty, and monotonous, without love or resentment or mood.
I like freedom, but I'm afraid of being lonely. I want to indulge, but I'm afraid of falling into decadence.
It's amazing how everyone feels the same when they're bored.
People often become the most capricious and fragile when they're idle, and the clearest and strongest when struggling in the abyss.
Loneliness, emptiness, and coldness—things you can't admit to others. The excuses after failure, the temporary friends at the wine table, the ambitions of impulsive moments,
Perhaps you must go through complete despair before you truly come back to life,
Having been crushed by fate, I finally understand the compassion of time,
Death is not the end of life, but an exit from time,
The mist ahead isn't me, it's the world,
Maturity is when you smile silently, even when you should be crying or complaining,
One can live well alone.
