I do my best thinking at night when everyone else is sleeping. No interruptions. No noise. I like the feeling of being awake when no one else is.
You make me lovely, and it's so lovely to be lovely to the one I love.
People rarely bring flowers to a suicide.
I thought: Just one step. One step at a time. You don’t have to do them all at once.
Since I stopped writing, I read more than ever. Other people's words, not my own - my words are gone.
I should be happy, but instead I feel nothing. I feel a lot of nothing these days. I've cried a few times, but mostly I'm empty, as if whatever makes me feel and hurt and laugh and love has been surgically removed, leaving me hollowed out like a shell.