I think one of the most universal human experiences is feeling alone. You'd never know, but there's tons of people feeling the exact same way. Maybe because you're feeling completely abandoned. Maybe you realised that you aren't as self-sufficient as you thought. Maybe you know you should've handled something differently. Or maybe you aren't as good as you thought you were. Either way, when you hit that low point, you have a choice. You can either wallow in self-pity or you can suck it up. It's your call.
— 'You couldn't have it if you did want it,' the Queen said. 'The rule is, jam to-morrow and jam yesterday—but never jam to-day.'
— 'It must come sometimes to "jam to-day,"' Alice objected.
— 'No, it can't,' said the Queen. 'It's jam every other day: to-day isn't any other day, you know.'
— 'I don't understand you,' said Alice. 'It's dreadfully confusing!'
— 'That's the effect of living backwards,' the Queen said kindly: 'it always makes one a little giddy at first...
I'm tired, boss. Tired of being on the road, lonely as a sparrow in the rain. I'm tired of never having me a buddy to be with... to tell me where we's going to, coming from, or why. Mostly, I'm tired of people being ugly to each other. I'm tired of all the pain I feel and hear in the world... every day. There's too much of it. It's like pieces of glass in my head...all the time.
Shut up! Shut up! Shut up! And shut up! OK? Who are you to give me advice? All you do is just bitch about your relationships all day long. You know what? Glare all you want, Big Dog, cos I'm not afraid of you. «Jordan's only paying attention to the baby». Must be so hard for Dr Look At Me. Isn't it? Look at me! And you two? You're arguing since you got engaged? You're probably the first couple to do that ever. It can't be that you're just scared, is it? And you. Let's just forget for one second that, a month ago, you told me you couldn't be in a relationship. Because, for me, it's actually fun to watch you sabotage your relationship from the outside. The only thing that gives me comfort, you guys, is while I'm at home, staring at the ceiling, just wishing I had someone to talk to, is knowing none of you idiots realise how lucky you are.