There is no such thing as contentment.
There is no such thing as success.
There is only ambition, wishes, dreams, aspirations.
All I ever wanted is a normal life. No, not a normal normal life. I wanted a life full of adventures, full of stories, full of life. That's normal, right? Every night, or every time I am alone, I talk and ask myself the same questions.
What is happening in your life?
Why are you sad?
Why don't you have work today?
Why are you alone?
Why are all of your friends busy?
Why aren't you busy today?
Why are you asking that question again?
When will you write that script?
Why are you so lazy?
Hey, get up now. Work.
Sometimes I feel so lonely I want to cry but I don't know why. I will fall asleep but I will never dream. Sometimes I tell myself I'm crazy, the kind of psychologically crazy. Am I depressed? No. It's just normal for loners.
