"I've been looking for a word. A big, complicated word, but so sad. I've found it now." -- Idris
Being alive is not only breathing.
It's being who you are, what you want.
It's being extremely clever up here and having people to stand around looking impressed.
It's finding everything around you beautiful. It's being able to tell and share your feelings. It's being "happy"
"Do not rely on other people. Because other people suck."
That's why it's complicated.You can't choose who you are, because people. You can't even feel clever, because people. Nothing around you looks beautiful, because people. You don't even think about telling your feelings, because people. You can't be happy -- euphoria is even rare, because people.
PEOPLE = THE ONLY AND UNIQUE PROBLEM OF THIS LIFE.
But killing them isn't actually a solution because “every life is a pile of good things and bad things. Hey. The good things don't always soften the bad things, but vice-versa, the bad things don't necessarily spoil the good things and make them unimportant.”
"They've all got someone else. Still, I'm fine."
The Forever Alone feeling is your choice. You gave up on human race, ...
waiting for your friends from Mars. No worries, it is understandable...until you forget this
"every night, when it gets dark and the stars come out, I'll look up at the sky, and think of you."
You are never, never alone. Whoever you are.
Just be okay, be the queen/king of okay and...
you'll see that alive is only sad when it's over.
"Imagine you were dying. Imagine you were afraid and a long way from home and in terrible pain. Just when you thought it couldn't get worse, you looked up and saw the face of the Devil himself." -- The Doctor.