Divorce has taught us how to sleep with friends, sleep with enemies, and then act like it's all perfectly normal in the morning.

It didn’t and doesn’t turn out well. There is no happy ending to the story of sorrow if you are born with a predilection for despair. The world is, after all, a coarse and brutal and cruel place. It’s only a matter of how long you can live with it.

Woke up this morning afraid I was gonna live.

I start to get the feeling that something is really wrong.

I'm the girl who is lost in space, the girl who is disappearing always, forever fading away and receding farther and farther into the background. Because with every day that goes by, I feel myself becoming more and more invisible

Very early in my life it was already too late.

In the meantime, I could withdraw to my room, could hide and sleep as if I were dead