"I realize full well how hard it must be,
to go on living alone
in a place which someone has left you.
But there is nothing so cruel in this world
as the desolation of having nothing to hope for,"
"But even so,
every now and then I would feel a violent stab of loneliness.
The very water I drank, the very air I breathed,
would feel like long, sharp needles."
Because, we, human, need to scribble sometimes, to scream our heart out
