“I do feel it gone, But know not how it went”

“Nora: "How do you feel?" Nick: "Terrible. I must've gone to bed sober.”

“My therapist told me I need to learn to love myself. It sounds easy enough, but really, how do you just wake up one day and learn that? It feels like something you should just do involuntarily, like swallowing or blinking, but now I have to work on it. It feels so forced. I mean, I know I went to a good school, and people tell me I'm smart and creative, but I don't KNOW that. I don't know how to make myself feel that.”

“It is good to know, no matter how long I am gone...you do not grow up too much.”

“I went for a walk last night and she asked me how long I was going to be gone. I said, 'The whole time.”

“The deeper reality is that I’m not sure if what I do is real. I usually believe that I’m certain about how I feel, but that seems naive. How do we know how we feel?…There is almost certainly a constructed schism between (a) how I feel, and (b) how I think I feel. There’s probably a third level, too—how I want to think I feel.”