I don't trust or love anyone. Because people are so creepy. Creepy creepy creeps. Creeping around. Creeping here and creeping there. Creeping everywhere.
My parents were dishonest people. If it was my birthday I knew my mother...
The betrayal of trust carries a heavy taboo.
To my utter despair I have discovered and discover every day anew that there is in the masses no revolutionary idea or hope or passion.
