My only relief is to sleep. When I’m sleeping, I’m not sad, I’m not angry, I’m not lonely, I’m nothing.

I hope you find someone who knows how to love you when you are sad.

I want love to be simple. I want to trust without thinking. I want to be generous with my affection and patience and love unconditionally. It is easier to love a person with their flaws than to weed through them. I want to love the whole person, not parts; and this is how I want to be loved.

Surviving one’s own life, living on the other side of it like a spectator, is quite comfortable, after all. You no longer expect anything, no longer fear anything, and every hour is like a memory.

Dear person reading this, 

We’ve all got some place we’d rather be.

If only our bodies would marry the beauty growing inside them, it wouldn’t be so exhausting trying to love ourselves.

How many yous have you been? How many, Lined up inside, Each killing the last.