I will never abandon you. I love you too much.

There are memories I a better off without. Things better lost forever.

Work. Write. Read. Keep putting words on the page, because that's the only way you'll get better.

Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before spinning off into its own distance.

We’re constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automatically. We invent memories. Without thinking. If we tell ourselves something happened often enough we start to believe it, and then we can actually remember it.

‎"Is it possible to both want and not want something at the same time? For desire to ride with fear?

There were never going to be any happy endings for me. I know that now. But that is all right.