I am so gay and all time I feel so wasted and all I want is to be alone (not really).
""I don’t understand," she moaned. "I don’t understand anything any more." She was sobbing, her face hidden in the cushions, and I began saying meaningless words to her, for no other reason than to hear the purr of my voice. "You’ll get well, you’ve got to get well. Love isn’t everything…" And I knew very well that in her place I would never want to get well and bury my love with my own hands."