I want to say I love you. I want to say that I am so, hopelessly, desperately, absolutely in love with you. But words are the knives that can tear a fragile friendship into a million ribbons, never to be whole again. So I have to make a choice. No matter what I feel, you must never know the truth. I might love you, I might be crazy, but no matter what I think I feel…you can never know.
—  ashpichu
If the world gives you the blues, if you wake up in the middle of the night with waves of fear and senseless panic washing over you, I am your friend. If you’re overcome by a desperation that makes your mouth open for a scream that never comes out but just freezes your face in mute despair, then you and I have something in common. If you can’t understand them for the life of you, even though you’ve tried so hard, when that dislocation makes you feel like you’re the only one of your species on the planet, I know I can confide in you. If this endless ghetto of lies and heartbreak, this life-long run of fences and flickering neon signs, night sweats and suicidal urges makes you feel like stopping, just stopping, like stopping breathing, wait. Wait. You don’t have to tell me your name. You don’t have to prove yourself to me. I accept you. If you’re finding life to be the one thing that’s trying to kill you, I want you to stay alive to rise with the sun and fight back.