I think all I really need now is me. I need me to forgive myself. Forgive myself of the terrible, horrifying act of making you something you were not. I need me to talk to myself, to tell myself that everything is going to be okay, that I shouldn’t have gotten “attached” in the first place. And the problem is, I misattributed you to me, I thought you were just like me, different. And now I don’t know if I will ever forgive myself for that. I’ve become everything you loathe, everything you distrust by trying to be, for just one moment, the thing you love and desire. And I have lost myself in the process. Wherever I am, please come back, I need me.
“It’s all about falling in love with yourself and sharing that love with someone who appreciates you, rather than looking for love to compensate for a self love deficit.”—Eartha Kitt (via beermethatquote)
“No, it is impossible; it is impossible to convey the live-sensation of any given epoch of one’s existence - that which makes its truth, its meaning - its subtle and penetrating essence. It is impossible. We live, as we dream - alone.”—J. Conrad, “Heart of Darkness” (via surroundedbynight)