The worst loneliness is to not be comfortable with yourself. Last year, last week, even what you did last night does not define you. Your sin, your shame, your accolades, your community —none of them matter. Moving on, is a simple thing, what it leaves behind is hard, but things are just ashes and dust. Stop repeating yourself! Bonjour!
At a certain point, I just have to try not to think too much about certain things, or else they’ll break my heart. Repeat this until you understand it : I do not need people who do not need me... No way!
Only love can be divided endlessly and still not diminish.