An intense life needs a touch of madness.
She didn't quite know what the relationship was between lunatics and the moon, but it must be a strong one, if they used a word like that to describe the insane.
Because of that she had never had enough energy to be herself, a person who, like everyone else in the world, needed other people in order to be happy. But other people were so difficult. They reacted in unpredictable ways, they surrounded themselves...
In a world where everyone struggles to survive whatever the cost, how could one judge those who decide to die?
Stop thinking all the time that you're in the way, that you're bothering the person next to you. If people don't like it, they can complain. And if they don't have courage to complain, that's their problem.
That's all anyone has, and it's always brief, although, of course, some people believe they have a past where they can accumulate things and a future where they will accumulate still more. By the way, speaking of the present moment, do you masturbate...
Society had more and more rules, and laws that contradicted the rules, and new rules that contradicted the laws. People felt too frightened to take even a step outside the invisible regulations that guided everyone's lives.
She was neither happy nor unhappy, and that was why she couldn't go on.
Congratulations. You should paint those visions of paradise rather than just talking about them. I'll begin with you.
Después de algún tiempo, al amargado no le queda deseo alguno. No tiene voluntad ni de vivir, ni de morir. Éste es el problema.
