"…You write, “Why am I so freaked out by even voicing the desire to look for someone out loud?” You’re freaked out because it’s insanely hard, to admit that some part of your happiness might belong to the fates, that some part of your soul’s dearest wishes might rest in the hands of a world that has a PROVEN tendency to mistake bleached teeth and a bony ass for SOUL."
Heather Havrilesky, http://nymag.com/thecut/2014/10/ask-polly-should-i-lose-weight-to-find-love.html
"…You fear: are we all like this? All making up—making things up—for our gross lacks? Ask him: is your’s more of a truth-believing depression or a trauma depression? Wonder: does it come out selfish and mean or kind, like the kind that subsumes of all the world’s woes into one’s own? Does it come in waves, and, if so, have you, like me, learned to ride it? Or is a dull constant like tinnitus, temporarily canceled out by other noise but always there? Do you make noise to quiet it?"
Fiona Duncan, http://adult-mag.com/fiona-duncans-notes-from-barcelona-montreal/