britney elaine

How strange it is. We have these deep terrible lingering fears about ourselves and the people we love. Yet we walk around, talk to people, eat and drink. We manage to function. The feelings are deep and real. Shouldn't they paralyze us? How is it we can survive them, at least for a little while? We drive a car, we teach a class. How is it no one sees how deeply afraid we were, last night, this morning? Is it something we all hide from each other, by mutual consent? Or do we share the same secret without knowing it? Wear the same disguise?

I just want to leave like I never existed.

“Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”

“I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.”

"And now you are and I am and we're a mystery which will never happen again."

“You are not negatively thinking about yourself, you are thinking about your thoughts, or rather, your thoughts are thinking about themselves, and you…you are merely the perceiver and receiver of all that mostly confused inner activity which you have unfortunately been taught to identify yourself with.”