B.

I gained strength by knowing my past had a life changing mark on me.

I saw my earlier selves as different people, acquaintances I had outgrown. I wondered how I could ever have been some of them.

I see myself forever and ever as the ridiculous [person], the lonely soul, the wanderer, the restless frustrated artist, the [person] in love with love, always in search of the absolute, always seeking the unattainable.

What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.

There is in every one of us, even those who seem to be most moderate, a type of desire that is terrible, wild, and lawless.

I think I like myself a little broken. I’m okay if that makes me harder to love…