Luna

“All my life, I’ve let other voices creep in, and they’ve drowned out my own.”
― Emily Henry, Happy Place

“do you ever feel like nobody knows the real you? [...] that's what i feel like. back at home, in the real world. i... i'm not myself. i just say and do things to make people like me. not even my closest friends know anything important about me. and i don't know why i can't just be myself around anyone... whoever that is.”
― Alice Oseman, I Was Born for This

“One can be alone without feeling lonely,” she muses. “One can feel lonely without being alone.”
― V.E. Schwab, Bury Our Bones in the Midnight Soil

“Just trying to be helpful,” said Thomas.
“I didn’t ask you here for help. You just happened to turn up right after—” Alastair made a gesture apparently intended to encompass demons hiding in stables, and slid Cortana back into its scabbard at his hip. “I asked you here because I wanted to know why you sent me a note calling me stupid.”
“I didn’t,” Thomas began indignantly, and then recalled, with a moment of freezing horror, what he had written in Henry’s laboratory. Dear Alastair, why are you so stupid and so frustrating, and why do I think about you all the time?
Oh no. But how—?
Alastair produced a burnt piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to Thomas. Most of the paper had been charred beyond legibility. What was left read:
Dear Alastair,
why are you so stupid
I brush my teeth
don’t tell anyone
—Thomas
“I don’t know why you don’t want anyone to know you brush your teeth,” Alastair added, “but I will, of course, keep this news in the strictest confidence.”
― Cassandra Clare, Chain of Thorns