The world is a goddamned evil place, the strong prey on the weak, the rich on the poor; Iβve given up hope that there is a God that will save us all. How am I supposed to believe that thereβs a heaven and a hell when all I see now is hell.
I like living in my head because in there, everyone is kind and innocent. Once you start integrating yourself into the world, you realize that people are nasty, mean creatures. They're worse than zombies. People try to crush your soul and destroy your happiness, but zombies just want to have a little nibble of your brain.
The pretty ones are usually unhappy. They expect everyone to be enamored of their beauty. How can a person be content when their happiness lies in someone else's hands, ready to be crushed at any moment? Ordinary-looking people are far superior, because they are forced to actually work hard to achieve their goals, instead of expecting people to fall all over themselves to help them.
Even so have I given the womb of the earth to those that be sown in it in their times.
An extreme fearfulness moves through all your body, and your mind is troubled more.