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“Don’t be embarrassed of your emotions. You don’t have to hide them from me. How you feel is how you feel, and I totally get it. But you need to understand one thing: the people still here – the people that care about you – they feel lucky that you’re alive. That’s why they expect you to feel it, too.”
But when you are depressed, the only person they blame is you. They look at you with judging eyes, wondering why you can’t simply snap out of it. As if it was a choice you were making on purpose, choosing to remain in mental anguish, and revel in it.
Love stories are like religion; people need something to believe in, something to cling to, even if they never actually find out whether it exists.
Why apologize for something that you meant to say or do? People are only sorry because they don’t want the other person to continue to be upset. It’s like when someone kisses a wound; it doesn’t actually make it feel better – it’s just something people do.”
“Please. Cinderella loses a shoe and it leads her perfect guy right to her. In real life, if a girl loses her shoe at midnight it just means she’s drunk.”
“It’s always the people who you are closest to that hurt you. And they’re the ones you can’t let go of.”
It’s like an eternal feeling of wanting to go home, but never actually getting there. I’m stuck searching for that sense of comfort, not knowing if I’ll ever feel it again.
Sometimes, you can’t help the people you love. It wasn’t me who wasn’t enough. Sometimes, love isn’t enough.
Guilt is as strong an addiction as any; she forces your mind to become her handmaiden, creating thoughts and emotions that validate and perpetuate her.
“We take things out on the ones closest to us. It’s easy because we know they will always be there, and forgive us. He’s angry, so let him be angry.”
