when v.e schwab wrote "everything hurts. i don't know how to make it stop. it hurts when i breathe. it hurts when i think. i feel like i'm drowning, and it's my fault, and i don't know how to be okay. i don't know if i can be okay. i don't know if i should be allowed to be okay."
when kafka wrote "i cannot make anyone understand what is happening inside me" and clarice lispector "and it's inside myself that i must create someone who will understand" and sylvia plath "can you understand me a little, love me a little?"
I want you to know, dearest, that I think of you with such love and concern, as though God had entrusted you to me in most unequivocal terms.
Franz Kafka, 1913.