Are you avoiding me, Mr. Myself?
No, she does not love you. Yup, actually she never did.
Yez, no one cares about you any special. Just a few, just a little within normals.
No, you're not even close to be a good artist; in none branch. You don't even need to shy about what'd you feel like to share in no time. Trust 'it', nobody watches, nobody listens.
No, no one else will discover that. That thing. Soon you're mental situation will disqulify the matter, for good.
You don't need to prepare to die. Let it go. You'll know when it welcomes you. Best wish should be the quicker, the better.
The Universe is dying.
We're all in that playing our part.
And he is right: "Everybody lies."
And, anything you quit, adds one more pile to top up the total exodus: death.
They want to play. You don't like it. Then you're out.