I am sad and have a passion for unknown, distant places. I want to see the world. And I would love it, if I just had the chance to get away for a little while. But sadly, things aren’t that easy; desire won’t change a thing.
It’s okay to live a life others don’t understand.
I have so much of you in my heart.
Should I kill myself, or have a cup of coffee?
Someone, somewhere, can you understand me a little, love me a little? For all my despair, for all my ideals, for all that — I love life. But it is hard, and I have so much — so very much to learn —
I have decided
to make a home
in my own body.
I no longer
rent hearts
for comfort.

Camille (1936)
If you decide to come back one day, don’t. Because I don’t need you anymore.