The hardest thing is to recognise that other people process the world differently than you and that there is no correct way to process the world. It is just lonely and disappointing.

I guess I don't even know what love is, as it cannot be sameness.

I guess I am still an unknowing child. But at least in my mature age I have managed to lose the feeling of urgent desperation about it.

Everyting is just acceptable and fair enough forever.