Status Updates From My Story

After he left, I cried all night, not over what he had said but over what I had to do. I had to leave him.The moment I thought it, I realized I’d known it for a long time. That’s why I’d been sad—and desperate. That’s why I had tried to make myself more and more beautiful for him, why I had clung to him as if I were half mad. Because I had known it was ending.[...]To love without hope is a sad thing for the heart.

"When you’re young,you can plan on Monday to commit suicide, and by Wednesday you’re laughing again.[...]I was still flying from that world, and it was still around me.It was while I lay on this ocean bottom, figuring never to see daylight again, that I fell in love for the first time.[...]hoisted me into the air, and stood me on my feet looking at the world as if i'd just been born"

"When I just wrote “this is the end of Norma Jean,” [...] Because this sad, bitter child who grew up too fast is hardly ever out of my heart. [...] She keeps saying, “I never lived, I was never loved,” and often I get confused and think it’s I who am saying it."