“You’re a mess of good intentions gone wrong. You strike a match on yourself to keep others warm, and now the whole goddamn world is on fire. You try to put it out. The dam breaks and the waters of your sorrow pour free. You are sorry; so very, very sorry. And you will drown everyone to prove it.”
“I think people would be happier if the admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment. We are all defined by something we can’t change.”
Born to keep him in my basement, forced to say “I’ll see you next weekend”
“I am destroying myself so other people can’t, and it’s the worst kind of control but it’s the only form I know.”
When she wants me to open up but I already told her my full name and my favorite color.