Цитаты из книги Passion Project

I know I want to be happy. I know that deep down, every fiber of my being wants to experience good things again, wants to love again. And yet. And yet there’s something stopping me from giving in to it all. Something messed up in my brain chemistry that focuses on the hurt and the pain. As if I don’t deserve to live any other way.

“Truth built on a foundation of lies is still a lie,”

Having your shit together is not a prerequisite for love.

I didn’t know how to be anything, so I gave you nothing.

“Every time I feel like I’m a smidge closer to getting my life together, I take a million steps back, and I just don’t understand why it’s so easy for everyone else and not me.”

“We all have a lot going on, Bennet, and I’m done pretending you’re not hurting my feelings. Jamie tells me to give you a pass because you’re going through a tough time, but it’s not an excuse anymore. Just because you keep everything locked up in a cage doesn’t mean the rest of us have to. Just because you think you’re all alone doesn’t mean you are. People care about you. People want to care about you. Stop pretending we’re the enemy. It’s really tiring.”

I could bottle up the way he’s looking at me and take shots of it. I could get drunk on them.

the more trash you accept in your life, the more you feel like you deserve it. I don’t want to feel like I deserve it anymore.

I sometimes find it difficult to get to know people on a deeper level, and they end up just being stories, sitting there on my shelf, making my life seem full, when really… it’s not.

I stopped wanting to take pictures because I couldn’t find a moment worth capturing.

Pictures are reality. Even if his reality is… changing.”

“Just because I like being around people doesn’t mean I don’t also like being alone.”

If I sleep, I don’t have to feel.

“All stories are love stories.”

I can’t admit to my mom that I still feel like the girl in bed, lying still as life passes by. If I did, I’m not sure she could bear it.

I think about the girl I was before everything went down with Sam. I was so excited for life to start. So excited for what my future would hold. I felt like life was a series of endless possibilities, surprises around every corner. But in chasing those opportunities, I lost the person I loved most. Now I have no spark left. Only guilt and grief.

Turns out, even a pretend friend sort of feels real when you’re lonely enough.

We were silly back then. I don’t know how to be silly anymore.

I tried to picture myself as part of one of those couples… tried to pretend it wouldn’t be so wrong.