Today I have nothing in me. I feel empty and exhausted, like I’ve been wrung out of every last little bit of coherent thought. I’m listening to the same songs over and over again and thinking my way through all the fucking shitty chaos of the last three months and knowing that it has come to an end in some senses but in others there will never be an end and I don’t know if I want things back to the way that they were because it was so utterly dead and so tiring and painfully old and now I feel new and younger and bigger and yet somehow much smaller but its frightening and no longer very safe like it was and how will that work out when the panic sets in and I can’t get back to my cocoon? And now I’m in a place of unceasing want. I want want want and can’t have and won’t get and how will I live like this? Will the newness and the real, beautiful, not-dead feeling be enough? Is it a good trade? I’m terrified that it isn’t. But I’m very ready to find out.
- "Avoiding danger is no safer in the long run than outright exposure. The fearful are caught as often as the bold." - Helen Keller
- "Don't compromise yourself. You are all you've got." - Janis Joplin
- "Take the risk of thinking for yourself, much more happiness, truth, beauty and wisdom will come to you that way." - Christopher Hitchens