If you forget everything else about me, please remember this. I walked down that street and I never looked back and I love you. I love you. I love you so much that I shall hate you for ever for today.

Day after day I think of you as soon as I wake up. Someone has put cries of birds on the air like jewels.

I wonder at my morbid obsession with day-dreams this past month.

I think one of the worst forms of child abuse is injecting them with a terminal sense of guilt. parents who constantly use guilt as a disciplinary tactic end up raising children who are unable and afraid to stand up for themselves. they are taught that their needs are unimportant, that they’re selfish for trying to individuate, and that they don’t really matter. they essentially begin to look at themselves as a burden, as something to be tolerated instead of loved - how cruel is it to make a person feel apologetic for their own existence?

The tragedy is not that we are alone, but that we cannot be. At times I would give anything in the world to no longer be connected by anything to this universe of men.

I say, leave me alone, this is my winter,  I will stay here if I choose.

Why are you so in love with things unbearable?

[…] still clutching at moons and echoes and emptiness and shadow.

…How odd, I sometimes feel that a “shadow-self” has taken me over. A superficial though charming—I suppose charming!—“social” personality. But the deeper person, the spirit, the psyche, remains stubbornly hidden.