The truth is, I don't have a real clue what love is - how to find it, how to give it. Once upon a time I thought I knew.
Ellen HopkinsIt's probably weird to think about an addiction like it's a sentient being, but that's how it feels. Like it's something living inside you. Something you can't get rid of because killing it means killing you.
Ellen HopkinsIn fact, since the accident, Mom doesn't love anyone. She is marble. Beautiful. Frigid. Easily stained by her family. What's left of us anyway. We are corpses.
At first, we sought rebirth. But resurrection devoid of her love has made us zombies. We get up every morning, skip breakfast, hurry off to work or school. For in those other places, we are more at home.
And sometimes we stagger beneath the weight of grief, the immensity of aloneness.
Tags: grief aloneness rebirth resurrection zombies
I wish I were worthy of his love. (Any love.)I should tell him to run. But I can't. I need him.
Ellen HopkinsI nod, because I do understand. I'm just not sure how to go about divorcing myself from the evil I've already accepted.
Ellen HopkinsHe's solid.
"You're fractured."
He's hopeful.
"You're hopeless."
He's always there.
"You're half there."
He's faithful.
"You're so not."
He's giving.
"You're afraid to give."
He's honest.
"You lie all the time."
He's loving.
"You don't know how to love.
Starving for a high, a place to hang out inside my own head. Starving for touch. Pain, even. A way to feel. I need to feel.
Ellen HopkinsThen I said it. He said it too. I love you. And everything that went before meant nothing.
Ellen HopkinsTags: love
Anger requires energy, something I don't dare waste on what cannot be altered.
Ellen HopkinsExcept when it comes to Mom. She is, and always has been, the driving force in this family. And sometimes that means driving us head-on, no possible change of course, into a wall.
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