What’s worse: being completely alone or feeling completely alone in a place filled with people?
Which tragic romance would you rather endure? Romeo and Juliet or Pip and Estella?
What’s worse: Having everyone think you’re insane when you’re not or going insane but nobody believes you?
Would you rather take a chance and have it blow up in your face or live your life wondering what could’ve been?
If you had to live in an empty city for a whole day, which would you choose? New York City, Los Angeles, or your hometown? I guess what I’m asking is: where would you feel the most at peace?
Would you rather move to a new city every year and start over or live in the same place for the rest of your life?
Leave your comments below. Anonymous or not, I just want to hear your answers.