Nevaeh V.

“I’m overwhelmed, I guess. It's been hard, but also sort of beautiful in this sad and peaceful way. You know what she said before she died? She said, 'Don't worry so much trying to be everybody's favorite. Just go have fun.’ That really hit me,
'everybody's favorite.' Because it's true. I do feel the pressure to be like that. Do you think I'm like that? I guess I just never felt good enough. This is probably healthy for me, to have to face life now, you know, on my own.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I took the note out and read it as a reminder of what she'd actually been like and how little she cared about me. It helped. Rejection, I have found, can be the only antidote to delusion.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“I love you.” Maybe she did, and that’s why I hated her.”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation

“…I felt nothing. I could think of feelings, emotions, but I couldn't bring them up in me. I couldn't even locate where my emotions came from. My brain? It made no sense. Irritation was what I knew best—a heaviness on my chest, a vibration in my neck like my head was revving up before it would rocket off my body. But that seemed directly tied to my nervous system—a physiological response. Was sadness the same kind of thing? Was joy? Was longing? Was love?”
― Ottessa Moshfegh, My Year of Rest and Relaxation