Someone Help Me.

BoJack, I don’t like..anything about me. None of this is me. What am I supposed to do? I don’t know what to do. Am I doomed? Are you doomed? Are we all d o o m e d?

“i looked at everyone and wondered where they came from, and who they missed, and what they were sorry for.”

— jonathan safran foer, extremely loud & incredibly close

JOAQUIN PHOENIX DID THAT!

“I tried shoving all of my feelings down my throat, because no matter what I wanted to believe or not; I Deserved It.”

-a book that’ll be too hard to write

come home to me. you’ve been gone lately, and i don’t mean physically. some part of you is out in a worse place than i can pronounce. i see how it sucks the life out from under you, how your bone marrow hurts, how tired you are no matter the hour. i want to hold you until you feel warm again but i understand you need your space while this is happening. i can see you pushing me away. i wish you wouldn’t but i know what it’s like to set things on fire just for the chance that you catch too. you’re still who i love. i’m waiting for you.

Then it comes to me: Yes I’ll die, so will everyone, so has everyone. It’s what we have in common. And for a moment, the sorrow ceased, and I saw that it hadn’t been sorrow after all, but loneliness,

Marie Howe, from Magdalene: Poems; “October”