Sometimes I can hear my bones straining under the weight of all the lives I’m not living.
You cannot protect yourself from sadness without protecting yourself from happiness.
I am always sad, I think. Perhaps this signifies that I am not sad at all, because sadness is something lower than your normal disposition, and I am always the same thing. Perhaps I am the only person in the world, then, who never becomes sad. Perhaps I am lucky.
It’s so hard to express yourself.? I understand this.? I want to express myself.? The same is true for me.? I’m looking for my voice.? It’s in your mouth.? I want to do something I’m not ashamed of.? Something you are proud of, yes?? Not even. I just don’t want to be ashamed.