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“When I am not with you
I am alone,
For there is no one else
And there is nothing
That comforts me but you.
When you are gone
Suddenly I am sick,
Blackness is round me,
There is nothing left.
I have tried many things,
Music and cities,
Stars in their constellations
And the sea,
But there is nothing
That comforts me but you;
And my poor pride bows down
Like grass in a rain-storm
Drenched with my longing.
The night is unbearable,
Oh let me go to you
For there is no one,
There is nothing
To comfort me but you.”
― Sara Teasdale, The Collected Poems

“Karen, her elbows folded on the deck-rail, wanted to share with someone her pleasure in being alone: this is the paradox of any happy solitude.”
― Elizabeth Bowen, The House in Paris

“My Sweet Philadelphia,
I love you”
― Charmaine J. Forde

“Paranoia (n)
� A condition where a person always doubts others and themselves.
� A condition where all compliments seem too fake to be a reality.
� A condition where a person is unable to trust someone even after knowing them for years.
� A condition where a person thinks self-sabotage is healthy.
� A condition where a person just can’t turn off the grinding noises in their brain.
� A condition where a person feels that someone is only nice to them because they need something in return.
� A condition where a person can no longer differentiate between delusions and reality. � A condition where a person’s own mind is their biggest enemy.
� A condition where a person is ridden with irrational fears and ‘yellow wallpaper� feels.
ï‚� A condition where a person feels that when people are not talking to them they are either talking about them or against them. Always.”
― Sijdah Hussain, Red Sugar, No More