“And just on the brink of happiness, at the edge where I could either jump or fall, that edge disappeared in front of my very eyes, and I slipped back into the shadows.”
“She would never understand. The way I am dragged through each and every endless day, unsure, miserable, hating myself. Hating myself and every word that comes out of my mouth. That was why I kept to myself. Even friends became strangers. Because at the end of the day, no one cared. And if no one cared then why bother making the effort? This she would never have to experience and I hate her for that. But not more than I hate myself for the fact that she is right.”
“The hell you feel everytime you look in the mirror”
“I cried, for happiness, for sadness, but most of all, for emptiness.”
