This is how it has always been with me. Give me something good, I’ll destroy it. Love me, I’ll destroy you. I have never felt deserving of anything in my life.
― James Frey, A Million Little Pieces
How can I accept a limited definable self, when I feel, in me, all possibilities?
― Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, Vol. 1: 1931-1934
You’re not a bad person for the ways you tried to kill your sadness.
Only (softly, fiercely)
the stars shining. Here,
in the room, the bedroom.
Saying I was brave, I resisted,
I set myself on fire.
Harming other people is harming your soul.