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“An angel ripping at my heart. The emptiness, vast, infinite…”

“She began to do as she liked and to feel as she liked. She had resolved never to take another step backward.”

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“maybe breathing is the only thing you can do right now. maybe your success is just surviving the day. it’s ok. you don’t need to compare your journey to others. it’s ok. it’s ok to just breathe.”

“Without all the drugs, I’m pretty sure she can’t smile..”

“i don’t know what to say… i failed. again. but this time it was worth it and that should probably scare the shit outta me… but it doesn’t. not for now. and not for next couple of hours.”

“She was a woman with a room of her own. And that was her attic. She chose to live in it and shut the world out. It was her choice. She stood there most of the day, in her house, and looked out the window.”

“It wasn’t my day. My week. My month. My year. My life. God damn it.”

“i might not be the most beautiful girl ever and that’s alright. i might not be the thinnest girl ever and that’s alright. i might be a little too emotional and that’s alright. i might not be the most intelligent girl ever and that’s alright. i might have eaten a little too much today and that’s alright. i might break down easily when i’m put under pressure and that’s alright”

“i smoke away your heartbreak. i write this feeling down on a cigarette and as i listen to one of my dearest songs, i brush you off of my shoulder. the ashes fall onto the ground.”

“i have to choose recovery every single day for the rest of my life and sometimes it’s a tough decision to make and it is okay to struggle.”