Being alone can be good. It's easy to find peace alone. But sometimes, being alone is a king of death.
In a book, even the real bastards can't hurt you. And you can never loose a friend you make in a book. When you get to a sad part, no one's there to see you cry. Or wonder why you don't cry when you should.
Talking about a problem sometimes makes it worse.
Sometimes waiting is the hardest thing.
