“That people like us exist in a state of crisis. That it will be a miracle if we die of natural causes. We’ll turn to drink or drugs, and we won’t form close relationships because we’ll keep too much from others.” “We don’t need anyone else,” he said. “We do. You just don’t realize it yet. Unhealthy pursuits. We’ll exist at the extremes because the middle is where the healthy pass their time.” “Will we be okay?” he asked, and could not stop the words from leaving his lips. “Not one part of us.”
