Without Love, Most Of Life

All The Same, My Depression And Self-hatred, My Desire To Mutilate Myself With Broken Bottles, My Numbness And Crying Fits, My Inability To Get Out Of Bed For Days And Days, The Feeling Of The World Moving In To Crush Me, Went On And On. But I Knew I Wouldn't Go Mad, Even If That Release, That Letting-go, Was A Freedom I Desired. I Was Waiting For Myself To Heal.

Being In Love Means Being At The Mercy Of Someone's Childhood.

Why Do People Who Are Good At Families Have To Be Smug And Assume It Is The Only Way To Live. … Why Can’t They Be Blamed For Being Bad At Promiscuity?

Our Lives Can Only Be Lived Forward And Understood Backwards. Living A Life And Understanding It Occupy Different Dimensions.

At The Same Time, You Have To Find The Right Distance Between People. Too Close, And They Overwhelm You, Too Far And They Abandon You. How To Hold Them In The Right Relation?