“i always knew myself. not in the way most people know themselves - i mean in the way that i sat day after day all by myself in my room and the only one i talked to, was my brain. i sat on the floor, starred into the mirror right into my own eyes and looked at me, like i saw myself for the first time. i turned down all the lights, lay down and listened to my brain, even when i mostly couldn’t understand it. i let myself fall so deep in sadness through imagining things that could happen or could have happened that i could listen to my brain and heart whimpering in the corner.
i know myself very well. maybe i spent too many ours all by myself. but better to have one very close friend, than none at all. even if that means, your own brain is your very only friend.”