Things I'm Thinking About
me: There is very little for which I hate myself more.
me: Because while I understand the child who did it to help herself--I don't understand the woman who has no more need still yearning for it.
friend: Isn't it the same reason? There's emptiness inside.
"Someday I would like to trust someone without every part of me telling me that I'm stupid."
"The people who love us aren't waiting for an excuse to leave"
"I can listen. I can love you. Trust still escapes me."
"...sometimes, anger helps us survive. Having an enemy keeps us from dying."
"There is a part of me that is still very angry. And very hurt."
"At some point, I want to stop being required to do things that are hard and hurt. I want to be able to wallow in self-pity for at least 90 seconds, and cry and scream and be angry that I have to do this."