but there is nothing so cruel in this world as the desolation of having nothing to hope for.

I realize full well how hard it must be to go on living alone in a place from which someone has left you,

Something very much like a child playing hide-and-seek, hidden deep within her, yet hoping to be found.

She was probably too cool, too self-possessed. But I detected something else—something warm and fragile just below the surface.

I didn’t easily swallow what other people told me. My only passions were books and music.

I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person’s attitude so that they wouldn’t get any closer.

I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with.

"Why did a person’s life have to change so completely?" - Sleep (The Elephant Vanishes)

I guess that lack itself is as close as I’ll come to defining myself. And I just don’t have the confidence to win over that force in me.

The scenery may change,but I’m still the same old incomplete person.The same missing elmnts torture me with a hunger that I can nvr satisfy.