"But now I am sick again. I have holes in my brain where I want to hide from life. The holes are filled with voices that tell me we were nirvana, over and over. The voices seem like truth to me, because I am an addict and I want being high to be the truth. I don't know if I will ever fill the holes. But I am trying really hard not to enter them again."
"It becomes obvious this life has no real permanence, and these people are not real friends — they’re not in it for the long haul… just until the drugs are gone, and the music is turned off."
"When you lose the love of your life, you lose a piece of yourself — the piece that holds you together. You lose the piece of you that makes you the good person you’ve become; you lose the piece of you that allows you to be you. So when your heart gets broken, you, too, in a sense, break."
Ernest Hemingway (via wordsnquotes)
The memories of me Will seem more like bad dreams Just a series of blurs Like I never occurred Someday you will be loved
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