one day you think: I want to die. and then you think, very quietly: actually. actually. I think I want a coffee. a nap. a sandwich. a book. and I want to die turns day by day into want to go home, I want to walk in the woods, I want to see my friend, I want to sit in the sun, I want a cleaner kitchen, I want a better job, I want to live somewhere else.I want to live.
“If you’re going to leave me, let it be in one single strike. Fast and devastating, but never as painful as your usual gentleness. Because this is capable of confusing my senses, and nothing can be crueler than believing that under other circumstances you would stay.”
“Some days, I feel everything at once. Other days, I feeling nothing at all. I don’t know what’s worse: drowning beneath the waves or dying from the thirst.”
“For the kind of people who never connect, it can be devastating to feel attached to someone. You have no idea how it happened or why. You wake up one day and realize they are an extension of you. And all you feel is fear, ‘cause you don’t want to let them down or worst, smother with your care.”
