d e m o N O l o g y

Take a shower, wash off the day. Drink a glass of water. Make the room dark. Lie down and close your eyes.

Notice the silence. Notice your heart. Still beating. Still fighting. You made it, after all. You made it, another day. And you can make it one more.

You’re doing just fine.

My life is a struggle between my need for acceptance, my fear of rejection, and a desire to not care at all.

The best revenge is to improve yourself.

No one is you and that is your power.

I still love the people I’ve loved, even if I cross the street to avoid them.

I need to be alone for certain periods of time or I violate my own rhythm.

It is a lonely feeling when someone you care about becomes a stranger.

I don’t know how to stop.