Everyone's in their own personal coma.
I just want to pour my soul out on someone and not have to worry about the mess I've made.
"You have to find the right distance between people. Too close, and they overwhelm you, too far and they abandon you.
There is never a sudden revelation, a complete and tidy explanation for why it happened, or why it ends, or why or who you are. You want one and I want one, but there isn't one. It comes in bits and pieces, and you stitch them together wherever they fit, and when you are done you hold yourself up, and still there are holes and you are a rag doll, invented, imperfect. And yet you are all that you have, so you must be enough. There is no other way.