Pain
I used to think the worst thing you could do to a person would be to take away everything they have to live for. Turns out there’s something worse – doing that and then giving them something to hope for – just to take that away too.
I Will Not Fake My Way Through Life
Not a nice guy. Excessive reader. Movie buff. Halfway between lubricated and morose. A fan of brutal honesty. Also a flair for the dramatic.
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"You wish to think all the world respectable, and are hurt if I speak ill of any body ... There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of either merit or sense." (Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice)