"I consider what it means to belong,to become part of something. To have someone cry for me. From someplace distant,so very distant. From,ultimately,a dream. No matter how far i reach out,no matter how fast I run,I'll never make it. Why would anyone want to cry for me?"
"Some people say that's escapism. But that's fine with me. I live my life,you live yours. If you're clear about what you want,then you can live any way you please. I don't give a damn about what people say."
"I used to think the years would go by in order,that you get older one year at a time. But it's not like that. It happens overnight."
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