They are all strangling an overwhelming sense of guilt. They suffer deep inside their minds dull. This is all so reminiscent of molasses. Sweet, viscous ... it is addictive, and envelops you deeper and deeper. And you do not want to get out on top. This world is cruel. It was so with you. And with hundreds of decent people. All of them kills the feeling of guilt. For lying, for the pain for excesses. The feeling of guilt towards his family, to friends, to himself.
They were all tormented by the need to dumb to be loved. All attempts to hide behind circumstances, people and creativity were not successful. And then they desperately flirt with suicide. Wash down his life to the fire with water. Wrapped in cigarette smoke. To sleep with white "snow." When so want to die, you just start to love life. Desperately trying to do something and love this life that you do not forgive a single step. They all dream to be rescued. To save them from themselves. Saved from what's going on in their head. Saved from what burns the heart and soul.