It sucks so bad being an angry cryer. no one talks about this. makes me so mad. which makes me cry more
People ask me how things are going lately n I don’t even know what to tell them. I’m just here
[me, fumbling a social interaction] oh lovely. another haunting addition to the collection
animals that hibernate in winter really have a point because why am I awake when this is barely a day
every time i get close to someone i feel like a stray dog trying to live in a house. like i don’t know where to put my body or how loud i’m allowed to be.
“This winter I am going to quieten my own heart.”
— Inger Christensen, tr. by Susanna Nied, from “Winter,” wr. c. 2009
