"I'm alone. Alone here and alone in the world. Alone in my heart and alone in my mind. Alone everywhere, all the time, for as long as I can remember."
"I hang up the phone and stare at the floor and I think about my Mother and my Father in a Hotel Room in Chicago and I wonder why they still love me and why I can't love them back and how two normal stable people could have created something like me, lived with something like me and tolerated something like me. I stare at the floor and I wonder. How did they tolerate me?"
"Life is hard, Kid, you gotta be harder."
-A Million Little Pieces James Frey
Thursday, February 02, 2006
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