Catharsis and communism.

I don't want to let go, okay? I cling relentlessly to the few remnants I have left, from when I was happy, because if I let go, then what do I have? I don't have anything. And I don't know if I will ever feel like that again. You have to purge to move on. I can't purge until I can cry and I can't cry until I stop feeling so dead.

You know, Marx and his followers were so optimistic. They thought that the government would eventually just dissolve, that the human race could govern itself. Clearly, he had a much higher opinion of the general public than I. Some days I wish I could really believe that people are inherently good. But, I look at myself and know that it's just not true.