How do I take off a mask when it stops being a mask? When it’s as much a part of me as me?

When it’s bad, it’s not always a critic. Sometimes we just don’t like to hear the truth

Just because it’s all you want, doesn’t mean it’s all you need

Don’t take anything personally. Nothing others do is because of you. What others say and do is a projection of their own reality, their own dream. When you are immune to the opinions of others, you won’t be the victim of needless suffering.

If we know exactly what we are going to do, why do it?

No matter where I go, I still end up me. What’s missing never changes. The scenery may change, but I’m still the same incomplete person. The same missing elements torture me with a hunger that I can never satisfy. I think that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself.