As long as I feel the need to fill out my loneliness with somebody else, there will be something terribly wrong with me. I must be capable to be happy by being myself. There are three nature of relationships that I experience in the universe; the one between I and the nature, I and other humans, and finally, the most important, I and my own self. It is the last one that defines me, and manifests me into my own truth. There is no God, no perfect partner, or no material thing that can bring me happiness.

Looking inside me, myself. Touch my own insanity, my loneliness, my despair, my passion, my place in the Universe. They are my friend. My true friend. Nothing else exist outside them. Nothing ever will.