From the author:
"I’ve had fun in life, but I’m not sure it was ever happiness, not ever a zephyr that lasted. You can have fun and then everyone leaves, and you’re left with yourself and your thoughts and your feelings of loneliness and failure in the world and that overriding fear: “Does anyone really love me? Or will I ever love someone? Will I ever love myself? And why doesn’t anyone really know me?” All those questions you have when it’s quiet. That’s why I always have the TV on: to drown out the noise inside my head. And that’s why I’m writing to you now, to tell you who I am, so that at least someone knows before it’s too late."
by Dr_Neurol