1:35am.

You can go as far as you want, but people try to slow you down, mostly. I’ve learned it pretty much everywhere. They don’t understand you. You have to pretend that they do, that they’re even really there,  just to get along for a couple hours, days, sometimes months. But in the end you remember (though it always feels more like a realization) that it’s just not that way. They don’t know you. They don’t hear you, they can’t. You’re too weird.

Letting someone in is the best way of isolating yourself completely. That’s such a weird feeling, man. That is the biggest lesson of all.