"I have nothing now but praise for my life. I'm not unhappy. I cry a lot because I miss people. They die and I can't stop them. They leave me and I love them more. ... What I dread is the isolation. ... There are so many beautiful things in the world which I will have to leave when I die, but I'm ready, I'm ready, I'm ready."
I've been looking for a place to write something, in a place where nobody will read it or care. I am in a state of flux. Searching for meaning is a meaningless search meaning is all around. What a foolish thing to think, control of a human being, you cannot do such a thing. I love all of you people out there.