The ego hurts you like this: you become obsessed with the one person who does not love you. blind to the rest who do.

And you tried to change, didn't you? Closed your mouth more. Tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake... You can't make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that. And if he wants to leave, then let him leave. You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.

I know a few things to be true. I do not know where I am going, where I have come from is disappearing, I am unwelcome and my beauty is not beauty here. My body is burning with the shame of not belonging, my body is longing.

I belong deeply to myself.

I am a lover without a lover. I am lovely and lonely and I belong deeply to myself.

I won't glorify or romanticise heartbreak, for me it was a kind of death and I was forced to keep living.

The ego hurts you like this: you become obsessed with the one person who does not love you. blind to the rest who do.