“ To have my hopes raised and dashed again, it's like cold steel twisting in my gut. ”
Hollowness: that I understand. I'm starting to believe that there isn't anything you can do to fix it. That's what I've taken from the therapy sessions: the holes in your life are permanent. You have to grow around them, like tree roots around concrete; you mold yourself through the gaps
~ Paula Hawkins
I want to drag knives over my skin, just to feel something other than shame, but I'm not even brave enough for that
We tell our stories differently, don't we, you and I?
I wake abruptly, my breath jagged and heart racing, my mouth stale, and I know immediately that's it. I'm awake. The more I want to be oblivious, the less I can be. Life and light will not let me be.
