Scarlett Simoneit

When you ask me what my dreams are, I know you are expecting me to say things like I want to travel the world, or I want to save the world, I want to change societies or I want to save him.

“I care. That is my problem. I care to a frenzy. I break up in pieces, cry, rave. I am proud. I will not be made a fool of. Let me learn the true things, not be diddled and betrayed.”

“I lied and said I was busy; but not in a way most people understand. I was busy taking deeper breaths. I was busy silencing irrational thoughts. I was busy calming a racing heart. I was busy telling myself I am OK.”

“It’s half ache, half compulsion. I don’t know if I want to pull you closer or leave you behind. Don’t know if from afar we look like some multi-story car crash. Mostly, I can’t do it by halves. I either want to spend the rest of my life with you or I never want to see you again. It’s do or die. I’ll kiss you or I’ll kill you. All I know is that I won’t do both.”

“You don’t have to be good all the times. It’s okay to be hurt sometimes. It’s okay to feel lost like you’re wandering around in the dark. It’s the bad days that make the good ones so much better.”

“I learned not to trust people; I learned not to believe what they say but to watch what they do. I learned to suspect that everyone is capable of living a lie. I came to believe that other people - even when you think you know them well - are ultimately unknowable.”

“She has been through hell - so believe me when I say, ‘fear her when she looks into a fire and smiles.’”

“Isn’t it weird to think that every person you walk by has a past they may or may not be proud of and a family they might be close to or far from and a lover they’re either with or apart from and a name and a personality, and they might be having the greatest day of their life or the worst day? We probably walk past hundreds of people a day and never once stop to think what they’re going through, what their life may be like. We’re too focused on our own.”

“The thing about an anxiety disorder is that you know it is stupid. You know with all your heart that it wasn’t a big deal and that it should roll off of you. But that is where the disorder kicks in; Suddenly the small thing is very big and it keeps growing in your head, flooding your chest, and trying to escape from under your skin. You know with all of your heart that you’re being ridiculous and you hate every minute of it. The fact that many people don’t recognize or have patience for your illness only makes everything worse.”

“Nowadays people know the price of everything and the value of nothing.”

“I get way too sensitive when I get attached to someone. I can detect the slightest change in the tone of their voice, and suddenly I’m spending all day trying to figure out what I did wrong.”

“Soft hearts make the universe worth living in.”

“Some people bring out the worst in you, others bring out the best, and then there are those remarkably rare, addictive ones who just bring out the most. Of everything. They make you feel so alive that you’d follow them straight into hell…”