Report, if you have a problem with this page“ I wasn't safe. I wasn't permanent. My life was a fiction I had created, like an alien who comes to earth and tries to pass as human. The affections of my friends meant nothing to me, directed, as they were, toward a person who wasn't there. There was nobody home. ”
Robert Goolrick
From : The End of the World as We Know It: Scenes from a Life
