The Sea of Tranquility

by Katja Millay

I am pressed so hard against the earth by the weight of reality that some days I wonder how I am still able to lift my feet to walk.

People like to say love is unconditional, but it’s not, and even if it was unconditional, it’s still never free. There’s always an expectation attached. They always want something in return. Like they want you to be happy or whatever, and that makes you automatically responsible for their happiness because they won’t be happy unless you are. You’re supposed to be who they think you’re supposed to be and feel how they think you’re supposed to feel because they love you, and when you can’t give them what they want, they feel shitty, so you feel shitty, and everybody feels shitty.

Life is short and TBR lists are long. I know that time is precious, and I thank you for spending yours with this book.