this is where I express myself.

“Trust yourself. You’ve survived a lot, and you’ll survive whatever is coming.”

“It hurts every day, the absence of someone who was once there.”

“She did not need much, wanted very little. A kind word, sincerity, fresh air, clean water, a garden, kisses, books to read, sheltering arms, a cozy bed, and to love and be loved in return.”

“Sometimes quiet people really do have a lot to say … They’re just being careful about who they open up to.”

And that was what destroyed you in the end: the longing for something you could never have.

I didn’t want to wake up. I was having a much better time asleep. And that’s really sad. It was almost like a reverse nightmare, like when you wake up from a nightmare you’re so relieved. I woke up into a nightmare.

Dear mind, stop thinking so much. I need sleep.