“I don't think they even heard me.” —Yukio Mishima’s last words before committing suicide
“Hell is loving you in my sleep and waking up alone.” —Unknown
I told P I was finally ready to read her letter and yet, she didn't look my way once last night. You can keep your darkness darling, I'm giving it up.
“You can only fit so many words in a postcard, only so many in a phone call, only so many into space before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness...there is a girl who still writes you, she doesn't know how not to” ―Sarah Kay
“I must get back my soul from you; I am killing my flesh without it.” —Sylvia Plath