“Yesterday, I laughed at your jokes. I enjoyed your company.
And you appreciated mine.
Today, you don’t get me. And I don’t get you.
Your jokes are immature. Your language is dull. Your stories are boring.
Today, I am a stranger.
I am forever alone.”
“We don’t mourn for the departed. For they don’t care.
We cry for ourselves. The realization of our mortality.”