Vitani

Re-create yourselves: and let this be your best creation.

Nothing Is stranger than having to treat someone you loved like a stranger.

When a person tells you you hurt them, you don’t get to decide you didn’t.

I write to make myself feel better. As if all negativity is pouring out of me. I’d rather let people read my sadness than look into my eyes and see it.

I am torn in two, but I will conquer myself.

I am aware, sure, I am aware. Catastrophically aware.

You went away! Why did you go away? You know, I needed you, and you pissed off.

…Be lonely. Learn your way around loneliness. Make a map of it. Sit with it, for once in your life. Welcome to the human experience. But never…use another person’s body or emotions as a scratching post for your own unfulfilled yearnings.

Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.

To feel. To trust the feeling. I long for that.

You, he said, are a terribly real thing in a terribly false world, and that, I believe, is why you are in so much pain.

Don’t believe the voices in your head. They come from the people you’re learning to forget.

Nothing haunts us like the things we don’t say.

I still love you. And sometimes, my friend, the love that I have, and can’t give to you, crushes the breath from my chest. Sometimes, even now, my heart is drowning in a sorrow that has no stars without you, and no laughter, and no sleep.