All the same, my depression and self-hatred, my desire to mutilate myself with broken bottles, my numbness and crying fits, my inability to get out of bed for days and days, the feeling of the world moving in to crush me, went on and on. But I knew I wouldn't go mad, even if that release, that letting-go, was a freedom I desired. I was waiting for myself to heal.
Hanif KureishiOne would hope, as well that intimacy would leave more of a mark, that more of it would remain. But it doesnโt. You just end up thinking, who is this person?
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