It’s hard not to wonder if people in ancient times had strong depression attacks. I mean, you look at the list of writers who committed suicide and it’s really no wonder. I don’t mean to say that I fit in with Ernest Hemingway, but i like to consider myself a writer. Nevetheless if everyone in the world felt this lonely all of the time, the suicide rates would go through the roof. People would be dropping dead left and right, jumping off buildings, standing in front of trains, shooting themselves in the head, etc. So i think it’s really alright that not everybody is this lonely.
So you know, shit happens. The ways you deal with the shit defines your everyday attitude towards the world, or rather, your attitude when you’re alone. When you’re with people, if you’re like me, you’ll just put on a motherfucking imaginary mask and glow in the dark.