When Someone Leaves, It's Because

Don't Be Someone That Searches, Finds And Then Runs Away.

A Writer Always Wears Glasses And Never Combs His Hair. Half The Time He Feels Angry About Everything And The Other Half Depressed. He Spends Most Of His Life In Bars, Arguing With Other Dishevelled, Bespectacled Writers. He Says Very 'deep' Things. He Always Has Amazing Ideas For The Plot Of His Next Novel, And Hates The One He Has Just Published.

But How To Explain Suffering Because Of A Man? It's Not Explainable. With That Kind Of Suffering, A Person Feels As If They're In Hell, Because There Is No Nobility, No Greatness - Only Misery.

I Never Say I Am A Guru.

The Pain Of Yesterday Is The Strength Of Today.