You are born alone, and you will die alone. But why am I telling you this? For in the most profound and remote corners of your heart, you suspect it every day, every hour, every second left... Tic-toc, tic-toc... However, you do still have time to create an illusion and fake you are not alone. Stupid and vain things that you call "Love" and "Friendship". In my opinion, solitude adds a distinct touch to your miserable lifes. It puts a special burn on sunsets, and makes moonlight smell better.
