I feel extreme loneliness, but I love it. I love being alone, hearing no voice and nothing except my own. Perhaps I've gone mad, but it's a beautiful thing; I love solitude. There is nothing beautiful in life. I don't know why people live, why they try, why they want everything, why they become resentful and greedy, and why they try to be the best person.
​No one is better than anyone else; every person knows something the other doesn't, and everyone has their own knowledge. Life is a battle, and I want to watch the battle from afar without interfering in anything; I just want peace. Everything else is fake. Peace might finally come to me one day, but only when I am dead.