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Category: Emma Forrest

No one ever loved you like him. And no one ever took it away so completely. But it’s here. Look around.

healing, heartbreak, love

Time heals all wounds. And if it doesn’t, you name them something other than wounds and agree to let them stay.

And then, with the feather-green darkness pressed against the windows, he puts his filthy fingers on my scrubbed hope face and says, “If I kiss you, it’s all over.” And then he does. And then it is.

kissing, love, romance, sex

You could be together forever, but one of you is going to have to go first. I want it to last. I love him and I want it to stay.

death, forever, love

In hindsight, I have no idea why he was ever with me. He thought highly of my breasts. And . . . that’s it, I think.

humor, love, love-humor, men, relationships

Men and the pursuit of them are strongly intertwined with my mental health. I would say, in my defensive defense, that the problem with being a serial monogamist is, there isn’t anybody random or unimportant: everybody you sleep with really means something, which is to say each of them is on your public record. At some point I wake up thinking, Fuck this! I don’t want another man in my bed ever again. What I really want is a cat.

cats, humor, love, men, sex

There’s a boy whose affection I am determined to hunt down and kill. It used to be material objects I felt I needed to be happy. It would make me feel stable if I had him. If I had someone like him, it would prove that I’m stable, and then I wouldn’t have to do the work to get there. I am constantly looking for ways to cede control of my worries to someone, anyone.

depression, love, sanity

It is madness. And if you don’t know who you are, or if your real self has drifted away from you with the undertow, madness at least gives you an identity. It’s the same with self-loathing. You’re probably just normal and normal-looking but that’s not a real identity, not the way ugliness is. Normality, just accepting that you’re probably normal-looking, lacks the force field of self-disgust. If you don’t know who you are, madness gives you something to believe in.

depression, life-and-living

But I saw the pain and sadness in everything, and swirled it round my mouth like a fine wine.

depression, life, pain, sorrow

I’m in love with someone good and kind and gentle, and he’s seen the darkness too, but somehow we’ve become each other’s light.

depression, love

You do it how you can do it, so long as it’s getting done, you’re okay.

depression, inspirational, life

The sadness ― the general sadness that squats and pees inside my brain ― isn’t over. It never will be. I know how best to chase it away, though. It usually works. Sometimes it doesn’t. But I pray and say, fuck it, then. I choose this. It chooses me. I choose it back.