"So now we’ve come upon the hardest thing I’ve ever done - it’s telling you that I’m a mess. What sort of mess I mean, is self-destructive gasoline, the kind that strips you of your best."
“I did not like to be touched, but it was a strange dislike. Even now, when people lean down to touch me, or hug me, to put a hand on my shoulder, I hold my breath. I turn my face. I want to cry.”
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Wasted, Marya Hornbacher
“Can you cure loneliness? Can you cure deep-down, black, bottom-of-the-well, no-hope, end-of-the-world, what’s-the-use loneliness?”
kun luin tän kävin itkemään, tiedän tuon tunteen niin tarkalleen tai sen tunteen minkä se minussa herättää.
VastaaPoistayeas, everybody will get sick of everyone.
mut pitäis yrittää nauttii niist hetkistä kun niin ei ole vielä käynyt.