Do you trust me? The question is usually asked before an admission that such trust is misplaced..

‎"Is it possible to both want and not want something at the same time? For desire to ride with fear?.

We’re constantly changing facts, rewriting history to make things easier, to make them fit in with our preferred version of events. We do it automati….

There were never going to be any happy endings for me. I know that now. But that is all right..

What are we, if not an accumulation of our memories?.

I feel like he's taking advantage of me. Advantage of my illness. He thinks he can rewrite history in any way that he likes and I will never know, ne….

I wish I hadn't. I wish I'd fought for you. I was weak and stupid..

I closed my eyes and he kissed my eyelids, barely brushing them with his lips. I felt safe, at home. I felt as if here, against his body, was the onl….

I want him to be happy. And I want you to be happy, too. Even if you can only find that happiness without me..

I will never abandon you. I love you too much..

There are memories I a better off without. Things better lost forever..

I step back further, until I feel cold tiles against my back. It is then I get the glimmer that I associate with memory. As my mind tries to settle o….

Thoughts race, as if, in a mind devoid of memory, each idea has too much space to grow and move, to collide with others in a shower of sparks before ….

With him everything is a test, affection is measured, that given weighed against that which has been received, and the balance, more often than not, ….

It's so difficult, isn't it? To see what's going on when you're in the absolute middle of something? It's only with hindsight we can see things for w….

Whatever enjoyment I might have had at the time would disappear overnight like snow melting on a warm roof..

Work. Write. Read. Keep putting words on the page, because that's the only way you'll get better..

And then, when there is nothing else between us but love, we can begin to find a way to truly be together..

I closed my eyes and abandoned myself to my grief. It felt better, somehow, to be helpless. I didn't feel ashamed..

I cannot imagine how I will cope when I discover that my life is behind me, has already happened, and I have nothing to show for it. No treasure hous….

I am an adult, but a damaged one..