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David Sheff

  • Lunahas quoted9 months ago
    Close your eyes
    Have no fears
    The monster's gone
    He's on the run and your daddy's here
  • Lunahas quoted9 months ago
    I'm not like them
    But I can pretend
    The sun is gone
    But I have a light
    The day is done
    But I'm having fun

    My heart is broke
    But I have some glue
    Help me inhale
    And mend it with you
    We'll float around
    And hang out on clouds
    Then we'll come down
    And I'll have a hangover
  • Lunahas quoted9 months ago
    I found it hard, it was hard to find.
    Oh well, whatever, nevermind
  • Lunahas quoted9 months ago
    The absent parent may well seem even more elusive than the furniture
  • Lunahas quoted9 months ago
    I am always missing someone
  • Lunahas quoted9 months ago
    I am becoming used to an overwhelming, grinding mixture of anger and worry, each emotion darkening and distorting the other. It is a bleak and hopeless feeling. I may know it well, but it is no easier to bear
  • Lunahas quoted9 months ago
    I look over at him, look deeply into his impassive face. Nic has many of his mother's handsome features. Like her, he is tall and thin and has her fine nose and lips. He had her fair hair before it darkened as he grew up. Even so, sometimes I have looked at his face and it was as if I were peering in a mirror. It was not only the physical similarities that I would see. I saw myself hidden in his eyes, in his expressions. It would startle me. Maybe all children as they grow up take on their parents' traits and mannerisms and become more like them. I see my father in me now in ways that I never did when I was young. In the car, however, I see a stranger. And yet he is a stranger whose every part I know intimately. I recall his soft eyes when they were elated and when they were disappointed, his face when he was pallid from illness and when he was burned red by the sun, his mouth and even each tooth from visits to dentists and the orthodontist, his knees from when he skinned them and I put on Band-Aids, his shoulders from putting on sun block, his feet from taking out splinters—every part of him. I know every part from watching him and living with him and being close to him, and yet driving to Oakland I look at his sullenness and anger and vacancy, his retreat and his turmoil, and I think, Who are you?
  • Lunahas quoted9 months ago
    relapse is part of recovery.
  • Lunahas quoted9 months ago
    It may be true that suffering builds character, but it also damages people.
  • Lunahas quoted9 months ago
    There's nothing to be done
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