Breathe.

“I like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.”

distortionly:

“She was not unfeeling: on the contrary. But she refused to feel what he wanted her to feel.”

“My heart feels so heavy and I don’t know how to carry it.”

“What is it that brings on these moods of yours? Nothing mysterious: the ordinary pain of being alive.”

“Sometimes I wonder if my whole life will pass by this way: me waiting in the shadows, waiting for something to happen. Waiting for someone else to make it happen. Something new or different or crazy and amazing. I‘ve been there for so long, letting everyone else figure it out for me, floating along without much direction or conscious thought. Reacting.”