I haven’t felt the full weight
of the world on my shoulders,
and I haven’t experienced
a fraction of the pain
and embarrassment I’ve put out into this great big
white world.

The weekend break had begun with the usual resentment and had continued with half-repressed ill humour. It was, of course, his fault. He had been more ready to hurt his wife's feelings and deprive his daughter than inconvenience a pub bar full of strangers. He wished there could be one memory of his dead child which wasn't tainted with guilt and regret.

What do you want from me! i want more then i have and for that i feel guilty, like I'm supposed to happy with what I've got. I'm very grateful for my children for a roof over my head for food water, but i want more so i can help more, my heart is connected to all the pain in this world i just want to make a difference, i need more so i can give more.

There's stranger sex than sex with strangers.

I think sometimes we gravitate toward broken people, not ’cause we want to fix them, but ’cause we want to fix ourselves. The line between selflessness and selfishness is thin and intangible. It’s imaginary. We can’t see it. People project their problems onto other people’s problems. It happens all the time. We see ourselves in each other. We can’t help it. It’s human nature.

The more we look at anything, the more we see ourselves in the thing. This is called projection. There’s an ethics to projection, an unhinged sense of honesty. Honesty is complicated. The truth is fascinatingly flexible. Lying is boundless. It knows no limits. People lie all the time. Lying is an instinct. It’s human nature. We lie to each other; we lie to ourselves. It isn’t right, but we do.