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
Obsessively
Incessantly
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