Jasmine Warga, My Heart and Other Black Holes
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"..because never in my life have I ever been picked when there was another alternative."
"I wish I could draw you how I see you. I'd draw a boy with the most magnetic smile, and the kindest hands, and eyes that are gloomy, but can sometimes be bright. I'd draw a boy who deserves to see the ocean."
"He can't make me love him when he's going to leave me."
"Anyone who has actually been that sad can tell you that there's nothing beautiful or literary or mysterious about depression."
"Maybe we all have darkness inside of us and some of us are better at dealing with it than others."
"I once read in my physics book that the universe begs to be observed, that energy travels and transfers when people pay attention. Maybe that's what love really boils down to--having someone who cares enough to pay attention so that you're encouraged to travel and transfer, to make your potential energy spark into kinetic energy."
"Something inside me clicks. It's like I've spent my whole life fiddling with a complicated combination only to discover I was toying with the wrong lock."
"I spend a lot of time wondering what dying feels like. What dying sounds like. If I’ll burst like those notes, let out my last cries of pain, and then go silent forever. Or maybe I’ll turn into a shadowy static that’s barely there, if you just listen hard enough."
"Do you believe in other universes? Do you think there's another dimension where we're happy?"
"Yes, I'm broken. And yes, he's broken. But the more we talk about it, the more we share our sadness, the more I start to believe that there could be a chance to fix us, a chance that we could save each other."
"I wonder what it will feel like when all the lights go off and everything is quiet forever. I don't know if it will be painful, if in those last moments I'll be scared, but all I can hope is that it will be over fast. That it will be peaceful. That it will be permanent."
"I can feel everything. And I want to keep feeling everything. Even the painful, awful, terrible things. Because feeling things is what lets us know that we're alive."
"I've been thinking a lot aboit the energy of the universe. And if energy can't ever be created or destroyed, only transferred, what do you think happens to people's energy once they die?"
"There's no saving him from his deep hole. There's no saving me from my black slug."
"I bet if you cut open my stomach, the black slug of depression would slide out."
"He knows what he'll find if he digs deeper. there's no rush to unpack my insides. he understands there is nothing special about emptiness, nothing interesting about depression."
"I don't know how to describe it, but the more I stare at him, the more I see his grief wrapped around him like shackles he can never take off."
"I can't wait until they don't have me here anymore."
"Nothing scares me more than a failed attempt. The last thing I want is to end up in a wheelchair, eating pulverized food and being watched around the clock by some sassy nurse who has a not-so-secret obsession with cheesy reality TV."
"It's hard to see where we're going since it's now dark, and I wonder if in some ironic twist of fate, we'll soar over the cliff without even realizing it. Like the universe's final joke: you can't plan your death, even when you try."
"I think he's looking for comfort, but I don't have any to give."