Truth is like an onion. You think once you take the vail off, you discover the truth undeeath. And then you discover there's another layer, and then another. But once you're done with uncovering the last layer of truth, there is nothing left. ***Something broke. I feel broken into pieces, disolved into a mix of anger, freustration, fear, futility, and despair. Everything is terrible and is only getting worse. Every intimate relationship I  cherished, every joke I laughed to, every glimpse of hope, and just about every pleasant emotion I hever had, feels hollow. From all the good things, all the remaining pieces are just a reminder the best of times is over. If this was the best part, what am I looking forward to? At the gloomy end of the tuel, what kind of monster is awaiting me?***"The next chapter of my life" is one of those sugar-coating phrases that people throw aroun, to avoid saying I'm inching closer to dying. Alas, if there was a manual for dying. No one know ever came back to tell us of how they felt.***All the talk about youth and how valuable they are is  Everyoen who's young, will eventually be old, and everyone who's old was once young.***How animal-like and pure someone behaves is a suprisingly good indicator of how much I like them. Which explains why in my view, the biggest threat that climate change poses is to the otters, meerkats, rabits, and crows. Their worth far exceeds humans'.***Is it worth to live? Am I worth living? Is anyone wo