I know I know, its much too late for you to come back.
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I know I know, its much too late for you to come back.
Babbar-Sher
A savage desire for strong emotions and sensations burns inside me: a rage against this soft-tinted, shallow, standardized and sterilized life, and a mad craving to smash something up, a department store, say, or a cathedral, or myself.
Hermann Hesse, Steppenwolf
I feel unspeakably lonely. And I feel - drained. It is a blank state of mind and soul I cannot describe to you as I think it would not make any difference. Also it is a very private feeling I have - that of melting into a perpetual nervous breakdown. I am often questioning myself what I further want to do, who I further wish to be; which parts of me, exactly, are still functioning properly. No answers, darling. At all.
Anne Sexton, A Self-Portrait In Letters
I guess by now I should know enough about loss to realize that you never really stop missing someone - you just learn to live around the huge gaping hole of their absence.
Alyson Noel, Evermore
I’m just dying to say, ‘Hey, do you ever feel like jumping off a bridge?’ or ‘Do you feel an emptiness inside your chest at night that is going to swallow you?’ But you can’t say that at a…party.
Paul Gilmartin, The Mental Illness Happy Hour
Milwaukee, Wisconsin, 2008
I love you enough to rid myself of anything that might trouble you. I will become another person.
Franz Kafka, Diaries 1914-1923
How do we forgive ourselves for all of the things we did not become?
David Luben
And it isn’t that I’m so unhappy I don’t want to live anymore. That’s not what it feels like. It feels more like I’m tired and bored and the party’s gone on too long and I want to go home. I feel flat and there doesn’t seem to be anything to look forward to, so I’d rather call it a day.
Nick Hornby, About a Boy