Sunday, 5 October 2014

I Can't


“I wanted to kill the me underneath. That fact haunted my days and nights. When you realize you hate yourself so much, when you realize that you cannot stand who you are, and this deep spite has been the motivation behind your behavior for many years, your brain can’t quite deal with it. It will try very hard to avoid that realization; it will try, in a last-ditch effort to keep your remaining parts alive, to remake the rest of you. This is, I believe, different from a suicide wish of those who are in so much pain that death feels like relief. This is a wish to murder yourself; the connotation of kill is too mild.''


“That’s the nice thing about dreams, the way you wake up before you fall.” 

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