Don't mind all those people who say that you should be back to normal in a month or two. Grieving is all part of helping yourself anyway.

are you saying that the feeling of searching for a missing sock is like searching for love ?

Slow down. Stop trying to do everything now, now, now. Hold up the people behind you for all you care, feel them kicking at your heels but maintain your pace. Don't let anybody dictate your speed.

The first day of the rest of my life, and I’m not sure I want to be here. I know I should be thanking somebody for this, but I really don’t feel like it. Instead, I wish they hadn’t bothered.

I'd tried enough to know that anything long term wasn't going to work.

I'm most happy when I am writing at night, because I need space and time to write.

Dreams should make you think, ‘If I had the guts to do it and I didn’t care what anybody thought, this I what I’d really do’.