People shrink when they are unable to express their loneliness.
I have learned how to hope from understanding hopeless people. I have learned how to love myself from understanding self-destructive people. I have learned how to live from understanding suicidal people. I have learned that there’s nothing wrong with being with negative people like me because sometimes it’s easier to heal with them because they understand the pain.
The further we are from hope the deeper our self-destruction becomes.
I am very cruel to myself. I demand perfection, but I am very lazy. I want to become great, but I fear the result of becoming misunderstood. I desire to be loved, but I panic at the thought of becoming rejected. I yearn to heal, but I long for the things that destroy me in the end.