I hate being alone. I hate waking up alone. I hate waking up with strangers. I hate my empty rented house on my dangerous winding street full of rednecks that can’t wait for an earthquake to kill me because I had a party once. I hate not having feelings. I hate having too many. I hate not being able to express them, I hate the way I express them, I hate people’s reactions to my expression of them. I hate people trying to cheer me up, I hate people casting me adrift, I hate being alone.
— Dan Harmon (via astheplanetsbend)