The only intimacy I am good at is with myself.

I wonder at times if I'd feel less the weight of responsibility if I could know for certain that I was loved by no-one.

I often find talking with people a chore.

My past almost always comes back to me, even if I have done nothing to bring it forth.

I feel plagued with superficiality, infected with it.

I've yet to feel truly challenged by anyone willing to make a deep investment in my life on a day-to-day basis.

One of the few people I know I really made a huge impact on has died.

I am not a pessimistic person, but I am generally misunderstood. Also, I am extremely sensitive.

My dad-to-day concerns are generally not the same as most people's, but I feel intense empathy towards others - particularly those suffering due to circumstances completely out of their control.

The more painful the quest for knowledge is, the more certain I am that it is worth it.

Finally, I have been very tired lately. A deep exhaustion has taken over my bones. Despite this (or because of it), I have been very busy.