" The thought that you're alone got you trippin'. "

WOWWWWW

“There is a particular kind of pain, elation, loneliness, and terror involved in this kind of madness. When you're high it's tremendous. The ideas and feelings are fast and frequent like shooting stars, and you follow them until you find better and brighter ones. Shyness goes, the right words and gestures are suddenly there, the power to captivate others a felt certainty. There are interests found in uninteresting people. Sensuality is pervasive and the desire to seduce and be seduced irresistible. Feelings of ease, intensity, power, well-being, financial omnipotence, and euphoria pervade one's marrow. But, somewhere, this changes. The fast ideas are far too fast, and there are far too many; overwhelming confusion replaces clarity. Memory goes. Humor and absorption on friends' faces are replaced by fear and concern. Everything previously moving with the grain is now against-- you are irritable, angry, frightened, uncontrollable, and enmeshed totally in the blackest caves of the mind. You never knew those caves were there. It will never end, for madness carves its own reality.” 


― Kay Redfield Jamison, An Unquiet Mind

minciuni

" Va veni si randul tau, sa n-ai pe nimeni si sa-ti fie greu. "

Cum pot unii oameni sa traiasca cu asta? Cu faptul ca au facut rau persoanei pe care o iubesc in cel mai rau mod posibil. Cum poti tu?
Mi-ai f*t*t viata, iar, felicitari. Din cauza ta nu o sa mai am niciodata incredere in cineva. Mai rau e ca incepusem sa cred in tine iar, dar nu voi mai face greseala asta vreodata. Nu stiu daca citesti sau nu ceea ce scriu, doar tine minte ca mi-am vomitat sufletul in seara asta din cauza ta si nu il voi mai recupera prea usor.

Cum pot oamenii sa se ridice dupa atata durere? Cum se mai trezesc dimineata, sa-si continue viata, sa-si bea cafeaua, sa creada ca pot iubi, sa spere?

"How come you never write anything about me?"
"I'm not good at writing about things that make me happy."

" Know this: if she asks you to stay, she will do it once. If you slam the door shut behind you she will shrug her shoulders, wrap herself in her own fight and wait for someone strong enough to love her. If you come back, months later, empty handed, she'll kiss your forehead and shake her head and say 'not today.' "

this is so me

“It is easier to forgive an enemy than to forgive a friend.” 

  

                            - William Blake