You can decorate absence however you want - but you're still gonna feel what's missing

Sometimes, when i lie awake at night, I wonder whether I've lived at all. Is it the same for everybody? Do some people have a greater talent for living than others or do some people never live, but just exist?

If you're happy in a dream...does that count? The happiness-does it count?

Wait, why are we already talking about what's next?
I'm not done with right now. In fact, I was just starting to love it. The future will happen eventually, it always does. So what if we just stay here for now. Your tea is getting cold. You had something to tell me. Just be here right now.

i cannot make you understand. I cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me. I cannot even explain it to myself.

i wanna be surrounded by plants

I despise my own hypersensitiveness, which requires so much reassurance. It is certainly abnormal to crave so much to be loved and understood.

I'm a master of speaking silently, all my life l've spoken silently and l've lived through entire tragedies in silence.

"But she did look back, and I love her for that, because it was so human."

homesick

my brain is slowly eating me alive

The heart is a fist.
It pockets prayer or holds rage.

Can't put my thoughts into words I want to scream and pull my hair out I'm so fucking mad

I became bitter and untouchable. I craved affection but even the mere thought of someone caring made my stomach turn.

I do mind, resent really, years wasted with my own neurotic living and my dull mind.

I dream of lost vocabularies
that might express some of what we no longer can.

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 / 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.