this is love, she thought, isn't it? when you notice someone's absence and hate that absence more than anything? more, even, than you love his presence?





...im so afraid of losing something I love that I refuse to love anything

:)

????????

love me, because love doesn't exist, and I have tried everything that does





..she was a genius of sadness, immersing herself in it, separating its numerous strands, appreciating its subtle nuances. she was a prism through which sadness could be divided into its infinite spectrum.

sigh.

i have nothing to offer anybody except my own confusion.

some nice stuff.

"I felt, that night, on that stage, under that skull, incredibly close to everything in the universe, but also extremely alone. I wondered, for the first time in my life, if life was worth all the work it took to live. What exactly made it worth it?"