lost girl

I usually solve problems by letting them devour me.

What I have to do, I can do only alone.

For weeks on end I dread being alone in my room. For weeks on end sleep and delirium are indistinguishable. Is there a place where nights don’t exist?

For weeks on end I dread being alone in my room. For weeks on end sleep and delirium are indistinguishable. Is there a place where nights don’t exist?

Silence. Motionless existence.

I mustn’t look at you too much, or I won’t be able to take my eyes off you at all.

I cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

I rush toward being alone as rivers rush toward the sea.

I never wish to be easily defined.

Suffered much in my thoughts.

I am not actually tired, but numb and heavy, and can’t find the right words. All I can say is: Stay with me, don’t leave me.

I have spent all my life resisting the desire to end it.

I can never tear myself open wide enough to people to reveal everything and so frighten them away.

I cannot rid myself of the feeling that I’m not in the right place.

There are times when I am convinced I am unfit for any human relationship.