"The self is hateful." But "I" is passable. ("Le moi est haïssable". - Mais le Je est passable.)”

The self is hateful." But "I" is passable. ("Le moi est haïssable". - Mais le Je est passable.)

We don't build the ruins. Our soul is in hate. (On ne construit des ruines. - Notre âme est dans la haine.)

I am very interested and fascinated how everyone loves each other, but no one really likes each other.

I just wish that God or my parents or Sam or my sister or someone would just tell me what's wrong with me. Just tell me how to be different in a way that makes sense. To make this all go away.

Something really is wrong with me. And I don't know what it is.