I’m not saying that everything is survivable. Just that everything except the last thing is.
Crying does not indicate that you are weak. Since birth, it has always been a sign that you are alive.
I wish I could throw off the thoughts which poison my happiness.
I wish I wrote the way I thought
With maddening hunger
I’d write to the point of suffocation
I’d write myself into nervous breakdowns
Manuscripts spiralling out like tentacles into abysmal nothing
And I’d write about you
a lot more
than I should