Self-Injury: A Struggle

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You're all objects to me now. That's what I want to say to all my friends, my objects. I needed you all so badly, and it was never enough. Nothing you did was ever enough. So now I have found something that sates me. The burden is off of you. You can use me. I will use you. The slippery element between us, the love I'm always begging for -- that's gone. You should be relieved. I am all mind now. My heart no longer matters. You're safe with me.

-More, Now, Again, Elizabeth Wurtzel

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Sometimes as I lie on the floor in the dark by the phone waiting for his call, I try to figure out what in the hell has gotten into me. Why am I so afraid of not hearing from him? It wouldn't be so bad. I could get some sleep for a change. I could get started on reading one of the tomes I'd schlepped down from Cambridge in preparation for my junior tutorial. I could try The Second Sex, I could plow through A Vindication of the Rights of Women, I could figure out how the hell to free myself from this enslavement to men. Of course, Simone de Beauvoir was basically a fool for Sartre, and I seem to recall learning that Mary Wollstonecraft was over her head for ? who was it? ? John Stuart Mill, I think. But Jack is no Jean-Paul. In fact if it weren't such a devastating thought, I could probably admit that Jack is no nothing. Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty-four hours of our relationship. I know that this happens, I see it happening, I even feel myself, sometimes, standing at some temporary crossroads, some distinct moment at which I can walk away ? just say no ? and keep it from happening, but I never do. I grab at everything, I end up with nothing, and then I feel bereft. I mourn for the loss of something I never even had. I am a sick, sick girl."

-Prozac Nation, Elizabeth Wurtzel

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'I love you,' she whispered.
'You hurt me,' I said.
'Same thing,' she retorted.
We've hardly been separated since.

-The Story of Junk, Linda Yablonsky

Recommended by Rebecca G.

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You are more in love with the desire, than the desired.

-Nietzsche Wept: A Novel of Obsession, Irvin Yalom

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Since first we saw the light,
And when we talked of growing up
Knew that we'd halved a soul
And fell the one in t'other's arms
That we might make it whole.

-The Tower, William Butler Years

Recommended by Eleri.

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She soon says, 'You're my best friend, Ed.'
'I know.'
You can kill a man with those words.
No gun.
No bullets.
Just words and a girl.

-I Am The Messenger, Markus Zusak

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