I feel like I'm standing in the middle of a crowded room, screaming at the top of my lungs, and no one even looks up.
Just try to love a man — and he kills you. Just feel that you cannot live without someone — and he kills you.
Everything that happens stays inside you... even if you can't remember it.
— I've been in love. It's painful and pointless and overrated.
— Except when it isn't.
— I only know that I love you!
— That's your misfortune.
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You see, the nightmare of schizophrenia... is not knowing what's true. Imagine... if you had suddenly learned that the people and the places... and the moments most important to you
were not gone, not dead... but worse, had never been.
