She wears all black
just like her soul
yet her heart is made of gold.
Today is the anniversary of the worst day of my life and even though I think about it less, I can’t forget it.
I just want to lie in bed and not participate in life
this is how high I need to be right now
Samantha Schutz, I Don’t Want to be Crazy
April was too lonely a month to spend alone. In April, everyone around me looked happy. People would throw their coats off and enjoy each other’s company in the sunshine—talking, playing catch, holding hands. But I was always by myself.
— Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood