Life is a poison, consuming every sensitive fiber of your being slowly, leaving nothing but immeasurable pain from the gnawing. The only thing that will interest you when you're old enough to bear the pain is the antidote. And I am that damn kind person who will reveal it to you: love. Happiness, sudden adrenaline rush, or any mind-altering substance only temporarily soothes one's suffering. That's why the latest drug is in such demand, and we, you, me, and everyone else, eagerly grab it with trembling hands. If it's still not clear, let me clarify. The only thing that compels you is the tendency to suppress your sorrow, and if you've been searching for your match for too long, you'll eventually give up. The B plan remains: if there's no one to have a problem, there is no problem at all.
